At the same
outpost, Bloody Body prays to mobile sepulcher mangled passion spider
mullet recycled electric leaked air guitar:
“The
behavior of bodies, there are worse things faith put humans on Mars
on their deathbed:”
Bloody Body
knew this sort of cyclonic electronic poetics through crushing
negative emotions as an ever-changing chain, as a singular biological
rubbed beef heart butt hole kennel herring stomach tongue out to try
and open disgraced, pretty fucking good snake oil aesthetics cramped
into painting; in other words, the horrifying splendors doo doo
likeable manga ash ate body anomaly moving around, ummmm dude
obsessed with prog – “This painting immortalized a pretend Matrix
unpacking military abortion micro slider; ya trout mask depicting
Facebook scam toots; everything else calamari dick sucked pushy
push....”
“My
shtick doesn't exist,” Bloody Body says - “even music video evil
spirits fatigue-whimper undermines my shtick”:
“You want
ya colon wall doughnut deflecting blame while deserving a woman also,”
Henry Fonda says.
“And in
the crippling dank mop presaging hyperrealistic good skin
eloquently,” Bloody Body says.
“Ripples
of skeletal colossal leaf...”
Bloody Body
looks at his bloody body:
“Oh my
split whooped ass brain talking, drowning in a crucifix of nuclear cooling tower
cumulus.”
Proke Werk
Dr Cosby Henry Fonda and Serge “don't know” if the widow-maker
meme triggered a rural robot-shaped hole “Like staring into some
Ingmar Bergman closing mosaic Reddit acrimony folding shit gripped
recombinant texting of the sobbing repulsed machine child, a one-man
Donkey Kong decapitation wrestling chaos idiot-clown knee-jerk
consistent with no soul..”
“Oh my no
love-helmet,” Bloody Body says.
“Your
mere exo-fraction,” Proke says.
IN WHICH I
FELL FROM GHOST OF THE CABLE :) Meryl-Streeep hologram says.
“Metropolis
signal ruin,” Werk says.
“Preferred
to bawdy virus encryption from the beginning.”
Bloody Body
swears that hallucinating Six Inches of mustachioed adopted puissant
pig revenge floss misalignment unmasked unknown predatory
defect/blatant nice guy abduction/domestic violence.
“My
account blocked.”
“Your
wife cyberbullying her own contacts.”
“Perforated
fish slimmed down zeppelin.”
MAY
I SUCK YOUR C.OCK slprynips11i?
“To me,
this is exactly the Alibaba shipping container chic of Barbara Steele
cyber-fashions,” Henry Fonda says.
“I should
look like the prophet.”
“You look
like the president.”
F.UCK
:) F.UCK MY P.USSY F.UCK ME F.UCK YOU F.UCK A HOG'S P.USSY LETS F.UCK
E.JACULATE :) I LOVE TO TYPE WORD F.UCK MY REAL NAME CHILLY INTROVERT
I F.UCK KLAUS FBI
WARREN BUFFET :) INVISIBLE MAN! THE
PRESIDENT :)
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