I can feel cold meta lturning in your warm bowels
saliva soaked air diesel fuel dogmeat fishknife cutting my lips as i sat
hunched in mist abound smoke saturated tangerine room dimmed light cackling
and laughing at me with dismembered fish swimming in the miasma of my
ceiling chewing and spitting at the kitchen light. i pull of my rigatoni
shirt and swallow another acerbic mouthful of copper penny whiskey i had
been biting off all night.it tastes like blood.outside my window naked
creatures bearing only eyes on their face peer in at me and twitch. i grind
my teeth and coffee grounds burst out of my ears and fill rusty water
buckets spinning involuntarily at my feet with a scherezade of agony
speading through between my brain corncob ears burning my skull with a
blowtorch migraine.i reach down and gash my arm to shreds, the blood gushes
and no flesh is visible. i carve spiderweb teethmarks into my torso which
speak and howl and sing inviable phrases to my bleeding ears. tongues jot
out of my self inflicted cuntwounds to occasionally lap up the forthcoming
blood. staring dead on target into a cracked mirror i drag the razor over
the dome of my head and down the side of my face gashing it open leaving a
trajectory, a vertical smile down strait through the center of my left eye
but my face maintained.
i am standing in the living room. voices scream in terror at my condition as
i stumbled drunkedly around pouring blood onto the floors and walls, i
manage to stumble through bone splinter dawnfake simpering cunt wheels and
sores down the stairs and into the maelstrom,skeletal creatures blow into
their own brass organs producing a screeching cacophony that causes me to
grind my teeth and vomit blood onto my ragged shoes.mouths open in the wall
and shriek along to the music.my vorpal rust wounds begin to spew like
christs wounds on the cross, like a hose coating the walls in blood from
which human likenesses extrude attempting to break through it like a
styraphoam ceramic sheet.my eyeballs burst from my sockets and bounce around
the room when i notice coming from the toilet a hideous entity that is
conjoined with the writhing torso of a cow approach me groaning and
screaming. my hair turns to worms and slithers down into my pants, up my ass
and wrapping around my genitals. worms and blood slither from everyone of my
orifaces as my mouth jerks back and the cow entity pours scalding hot
whiskey down my throat. my guts boil and shit spews from my ass. my wounds
open like mouths and begin to shriek as i claw at myself and cow entrails
fall down on me from the ceiling. i feed my mouthwounds empty cans broken
glass and garbage which they devour and i can feel it seething beneath my
skin. i clutch my guts and fall to the earth as i feel something large and
thrashing making its way out of my asshole cavern.i shriek and the ceiling
bursts open revealing a giant mouth bellowing acrid vomit great breath at
me.the creature makes its way painfully out of my ass stands up and shakes
the shit off its body. it is a goat with human feet instead of hooves and a
doorknob for a cock. it thrashes violently about and approaches me suckling
on the cancerous tits that have just sprouted on my torso.i wrestle it to
the earth and with great trouble hacksaw its head off which spontaniously
attatches itself to the top of my head.deformed partially human creatures
slither out of the bloodstains on the wall and shriek and howl and tear at
their flesh flinging it at me, it falls to the ground and sizzles there like
a frying pan.shrieking to blot out the horrific noise i rip the clothes off
my body untill i am naked. blood ejaculates from my wounds as i sprint
barefoot up the street to the nearest highschool and put my fist through the
window.i smash more and more windows slapping and spraying blood onto the
surface of the school while limping screaming moving along the hideous
creatures taunting and proding me trying to stick their wart covered members
up my ass as i smash window after window and pull a steel trashcan lid off
and spin around flinging it like a discus through a wall of glass. the
broken glass collects in a whirlwind and hunts down each creature grinding
them simpering whimpering crying screaming into pulpy mounds of rotten beef
the palpitates and twitches on the filth covered earth.i dart home through
armies of cackling subhuman beasts in an eternal orgy of violence and
fucking holes that arent even sex organs to my house where i hastilly
concoct two molotov cocktails out of iced tea bottles and take a swig of
gasolene pouring it all over my body i burn i am on fire i dart back naked
to the school bleeding feet and body i lay in the street and role around in
mud puddles cleansing the gas from my painful torso,lighting the first
molotov i fling it at the schools entrance on the left side, then i fling
the next creating parallel bursts of flames at the left and right sides of
the school entrance, pursued by inhuman beasts i sprint down the railroad to
the adjoining grade school and lift a railroad spike slamming it through the
windshield of a black pontiac.i tear it out and bust all the windows then
smash the hood of the car in reaching in the glove compartment for an
aerosal can of air freshner i turn it into a torch for a moment and fling it
into the streets where it bursts into flame. i rush to the school and fling
another violent gasolene rod railroad fuck tier through the glass wall. i
crawl through the aperture ive made and my skin gashes on the broken shards
spewing blood.before me stands a pop machine. i beat it, slam a chair into
it numerous times but it will not, it cannot, it refuses to break, if i
could only get a soda all these hideous creatures would disappear, i foamed,
i raged, i swore, i spat, i gouged my skin with my fingers and shrieked and
struck the walls with the chair bending it into some worthless hunk of
deranged art.i plunged my fist through a window on the locked door, i wept ,
i shrieked, moaned and cried, i could not get to the soda.
i slithered through the window again and darted into the woods, falling in a
heap upon a pile of dried leaves. panting, my body gave way to a violent
boiler room chipped tooth sleep.
2
from the most perverse,hideous,and diluted of crimes, there emerges some
wayward and lambid texture of reason, that society designs the crimes of the
wayward criminal.he who has been cast out returns, not to beg
readmittance,but to seek revenge.the trees burn, the waters boil blood
cascade and the clocks spin like fire.emerging from sleep to visions of a
giant mouth swallowing an opaque breath of black air, with a bellowing
HISS.i awake in my bed and have no memory of ever coming home from my bed of
decomposing leaves.i am clothed and showered, but covered in bloodclotted
scars.it is voting day at the highschool i lately demolished.it is also
payday. i get on my bike and ride to work, collecting my pay and cashing it
at the nearest bank. i am received coldly and with looks of shock. i feel as
if i had given birth the night before, and in many ways i had.i walk into a
gaming store and am received with gawking stares from the denizens of the
place. i browse magic cards for a shortwhile, then return home. i met my
father at the base of the stairs, who said he was going to school to vote
"is it still standing?
i ask with a leer.i call my dopedealer and make a purchase, then get serenly
high with feelings of burnt pain still lingering. i call a friend and make a
confession of the previous night. to any extent, he is completely speechless
and shocked. my friend dave logs on
"come here for halloween
he says
it is time to make a hasty sorjourn from ohio for awhile... i leave a note
reading "kiss my ass" on the desk, gather my possessions and make my way to
the bus stop in a taxi. on my way there i notice a man holding a live rat by
the tail standing on the devilstrip with stained pants and a cowboy hat. at
the bus station, a pregnant woman stares blankly at the payphone, fingering
a tire air gauge with one hand.my bus arrives, and i board, an ounce of weed
in my pocket and a knapsack of books under my arm. i make my way to the
bathroom through the fragrant air conditioned bus and mix myself a vodka in
a sprite bottle. a used condom sits on the toilet seat. i take it and spit
in it, then put it in my pocket.i notice the toilet has a splash of blood in
it, and part of a human face. unsure if i am still hallucinating, i make my
way out into the bus and have a seat, patiently awaiting departure. a goat
walks across the parking lot. kids run up to it, and feed it handfuls of
garbage. i blink, it is gone. the bus driver boards, the rest of the
passengers board, and he starts the bus.thinking to myself to drop my pot
into the toilet if accosted by police, we turn and make our way onto the
highway. my supposed hallucinations dissolve into a gossamer rushing flow of
colors as we haphazardly make our way north. there is an empty, dead, dying
unloved dry painful feeling in my heart as we move forward. i finger my
weed, and put on my walkman. i pull out a book, and begin to read, trying to
ignore the snickering hideous creature propped up on its haunches in the
last seat on the bus.
3
after a long weary bustrip i arrive in amherst, and phone dave from a local
phone, he says hell be right down, and i wait outside a cvs for him.five
minutes later, he approaches and a glance passes between us, as laschivous
as a porno star opening a can of tuna with her teeth. we both smile, grin,
and walk down the block, being eyed warily by passing female pedestrians,as
most heterosexual women despise gay couples, especially male ones.i hear a
snipet of her conversation.
"he cant even hold an intelligent conversation..."
we make our way back to his place of habit. let me tell you about this
place. it is a mock business, called the MIND POWER ACADEMY, run by a
psychotic ex army soldier named jim who huffs rubber cement, passes out, and
begs dave to lift his head out of the bag where the cement is coagulated.he
claims to teach any number of impossible to learn tactics which i cant
remember now, due to the legnth of their titles.arriving, our first task was
to have a couple shots of vodka, then call up the drug dealer for some
pot.we left and got half a brick of pure columbia.for the next two days, we
spent them in a state of stoned reverie, playing video games and getting
high. on the night before halloween, we got immoderatly drunk, and sat at
the computer staring at our crotches, caressing eachothers shoulders.
"do you want to lay down?
he asks. i do. we lay down and drunkedly tear off eachothers clothes. i prop
him up in a position on all fours, and part his asscheeks, dragging my
tongue over his asshole. he sighs and his body quivers. i spit on my cock,
and push it into his asshole. for the next two hours, we fuck. my loins
slapping into his, as he moans and sighs,jacking off while i pummel him.i
withdrawl too drunk too cum, and he gets behind me, hammering me with the
same ardor.i can only take fifteen minutes of it, cause his cock is so huge,
and we stop, and pass out.
HALLOWEEN
we awake and wash our hair and face in the sink. afterwards we paint our
faces. i paint my entire face black and dave paints strange festoons all
over his face.i put on a rainbow colored clown wig and dave puts on a wig
with long black hair.we walk to his car with long garish strides, a pellet
gun in daves pocket and a crowbar in mine. we make our way to the city after
picking up burrito pete, who buys us jack daniels which we chug in the car
while driving and fall into an immediate blackout.we stop at a park to smoke
some pot, and while we smoke, burrito pete dumps a gallon of gasolene into a
dumpster and lights it on fire. the thing explodes, and terrified we flee
from the scene to the center of the town.walking up the street we meet a
couple of kids.
"how are ya
"what are ya doin
next thing we know we are being pelted with eggs. out of alcohalic fury i
pick up a rock and fling it at one of the kids, smashing him in the face
causing a burst of blood from his nose.dave draws his pellet gun and shoots
one of the kids in the crotch. i pick up another rock and fling it striking
a fleeing kid in the back of the head.they run away and we stumbled down the
street in an alcohalic blackout to a parking garage into which we enter.
first we stand dumbfounded staring at all the cars and then we make our
attack, smashing all the windows we can find and opening the doors tearing
open the glove compartments pocketing any valuables we can find for dope
money.as our attacks progress they get more violent. instead of just the
windows we start slashing the tires and knocking off the rear view mirrors.
eventually, we turned an aerosal can into a firebomb and rolled it under a
jeep. the car burst into flames and we darted from the garage.while we were
leaving an egg fell from the top of the complex and burst on my head,
knocking me down to my knees.before i knew it i heard a voice screaming in
fury.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKING FAGGOTS FUCKED UP MY CAR
i heard the sound of a gun going off, and a street sign PANGED adjacent to
me. someone was shooting at us.
"fuck dave were being shot at
we darted down the street, bullets whizzing by us, exploding light fixtures,
street signs, wires, and telephone poles burst all around us. i slipped into
an alleyway and stuck out my leg, tripping our assailiant, whipping out my
crowbar, i pummeled his skull untill i heard a sickening SQUISH.terrified to
look at the remains, i steal his gun and sprint after dave.
i regained equilibrium and we darted forth, away from there.for awhile we
stumbled around in the streets acosting young college girls.
"hey baby will you suck my asshole
"hey baby can i chew your uteris off and spit it down your throat
"hey baby can i insert a handful of razorblades into your asshole
we sent plenty of bitches fleeing from us in all directions, and everyone in
the square had their eyes on us as we terrorized everyone.we made our way to
a college, where we saw some young kids rapping in their room. i picked up a
brick and heaved it through their window. dave, out of pur alcohalic
barbarism manhandled a sand filled bulb shaped cigarette ashtrey over his
shoulders and brought it down on the window , shattering it completely. i
lept back terrified, as he brought it down again and again, before we walked
away, dave strutting, me downcast. we are pulled over by the cops and sit on
the curb as the lghts are flashed on us.witnesses said i had no part in it,
so at the police station, i gave them 20$ and they drove me back to amherst.
i lept from the paddy wagon shrieking "SO LONG FLATFOOT" and sprinted away
back to the mind power academy.when i arrived, the door was locked, so i
went to sleep on the doorstep.i awoke in a half hour, unable to feel my
fingers, so i smashed one of the windows with my numbed hand, opened the
lock, went inside, and fell asleep under a deep green quilt.
3
we drove three hours from amherst smoking pot to rhode island.stopping at a
truckstop to piss and stumble around.we arrive at rhode island, an alluminum
siding house from which emerge two young gangsters,full of spunk and talking
shit.our first task is to acquire pot.
"i need a dollar
"for what
"a BLUN
his mother gives us a dollar and we tear off. we stop in a parking lot and
start jacking open car doors. we pilfer all we find and collect it in a box.
flashlights, keyboards, televisions, etc. once we have a suitable booty we
abscond to the thriftstore where a senior member of the mafia works. we get
about 50$ for our shit, and disappear to the nearest drug dealer. i buy five
dime bags and so do they. afterwards we go to the cornerstore for a case of
beer and a fifth of gin. i drink the whole bottle on the way to the high
place.we pick up some girls and head deep into the woods, starting a huge
fire in a deep hole.i make a complete fool of myself, in an alcohalic
blackout,puking my guts out and singing loudly, bashing into anyone near me,
and smooching daves exgirlfriend.we drop everyone off and dave and i sleep
in his car.i awake covered in puke and dart into the nearest cvs for
something to drink, parched from the previous nights debauche.we sit in his
car a moment, then smoke the last dime bag of my weed, before driving back
to the chrome house.we rob a few more cars, buy some pot and smoke it with
the gangsters father in a bedroom. i am shot in the foot with a bb gun.we
abscond back to the car and drive forward. we are pulled over by a cop.
our gang leader confesses, as he is in an impending jail sentence, and we
are set free, only to make our way to an apartment complex which we break
into and rob.we steal a dvd player, a vcr, a television, and 200$ so in
cash.we buy tons of pot and smoke it untill its gone, lingering around a
smoky lethargic room, within a few days.
we get a tip on an abandoned apartment and make our way to it.when we
arrive, it is already robbed by at least two parties, and we abscond.knowing
who robbed it we go to their shithole in the local graveyard armed to the
teeth. we see them paraiding about amoungst the stones, smoking their pot
and crack, and we slink up to them,vinny the first to act, lunging at some
shit in a leather jacket smashing his head open with a chain and splashing
his blood onto a nearby tombstone.i am the next to act, diving on the next
leatherclad shit with a reciprocating saw, driving it into his forehead and
carving out the thing. i remove it and smear his blood, brains, and bone
splinters all over my face shrieking like a banshe.now they are on guarde,
but too stoned to react properly. josh flicks open his switch blade and
slashes out both eyes of a nearby victim with a single slash. dave slices
off the ear of the last renegade with a pair of pruning shears and we loot
their car and pockets, making off with an ounce of weed, a bunch of crack,
and 22$.we drive drunkedly to another apartment complex, coated in blood and
smash the windows open diving in like lunatics. we rip open every drawer and
every compartment, stealing everything we can, afterwards returning to our
firepit to drink and smoke pot and crack.we smoke the entire ounce that
night, shadowboxing eachother untill we make our noses bleed. and vinny has
to go to jail in one week, for stealing cars and selling them for dope
money. i guess this is his final party, before he is buried alive.
i can feel cold metal turning in your warm bowels
i awake to splinters of vermillion light shooting from my eyeballs. what had
i just been doing? where am i? tastes of chemicals in my mouth.i am in a
forest, dressed in a hooded sweatshirt. i stumble to a shiny object and
scrutinize it with vision like looking through a broken camera lense. it is
a spray can, i pick it up and stumble home, stopping at a wall i pass. i
messily squirt the words
"i can feel cold metal turning in your warm bowels"
black spray paint.
blood red rose garden
different companion, different city.just coming from a satanic church, a
bearded friend of mine arrives from the south, seething with discomfort,
anger and confusion.instantly we stroll, like a couple of furtive guerilla
junkies with ak-47s under their beds to the gas station for beer.we buy a
30pack of miller genuine draft and advance into the cyan miasma of melting
and burst skyward clouds portentious and ominous in their vicissitudes.we
stop to glare at them, amazed, and i notice the crazed look on my companions
face.
"i know a crackhead who robbed a baptist church
"really
"he used to live in a dumpster behind a mcdonalds. every day they would dump
the leftover burgers into it and he would eat them. he said he felt like he
was having breakfast in bed.
he laughs.
"i heard that in AA so dont tell anyone
i had recently been going to AA meetings, but still, drinking heavily. i was
now on probation, and seething with fury because it was illegal for me to
get high.we arrived home and began to throw back beer after beer.we watched
tv on mute while dubbing in our own voices to the mouths of the people on
tv. at legnth, we decided we wanted some wine. drunkedly, around midnight we
walked back to the gas station again for two bottles of wine. we take them
home, and i turn on some charlie manson
OH GARBAGE DUMP glug glug MY GARBAGE DUMP glug glug glug WHY ARE YOU CALLED,
A GARBAGE DUMP
my companion paces back and forth in a fit, tearing at his hair as a
reaction to the music. i smile and look at him and his face contorts.
"lets go dig up a grave
"ok, let me take my zyprexa first
he takes his pills and we grab two shovels and rush out the door, whacking
car windows and trees with them as we go.we dump the shovels and buy three
more bottles of cheap red wine, pick up the bottles, and go on a drunken
death march 10 miles up a railroad track in pitch black. we maraud up the
railroad swilling at the wine, cringing at the white and green bats flying
above our heads, and the headless white slithering serpants crawling over
our toes. bodies hang from the trees, ten, fifteen bodies to a tree, some
hanging from their feet with their bowels hanging out, others hanging by
their bowels, some hanging by their necks. they scream. the din overwhealms
us and we begin to run, past the wire clad landscape where we catch glimpses
of shadowy figures marching through the trees with bodies slung over their
shoulders.we walk through a winding tunnel of black trees to the cemetary,
where we search for the propper grave to dig up.we find one.
"mother mary thompson 1930"
a dead nun. we begin to dig, like oilwells we chop through the clay, for
hours it seems, untill we hit something hard.the coffin is somewhat
decomposed and i reach down and open it.a woman lays inside dressed in a
habit with a ghastly grin on her face.we stare at her breathlessly for a
moment, for we both have unhealthy obsessions with decayed human bodies,
before her eyes slowly open, and she stands up, crying, and flies from the
grave into the air.we stand there confused for a moment before the sky turns
bright red and blood begins to rain down on us in sporadic droplets.we run,
but notice behind us, the nun following, running, her habit and body glowing
gold. we stand frozen for a moment when i hear my companions name
whispered.we turn around to be face to face with the disinterred nun, when
she throws her arms around my companion and kisses him passionatly. she
turns to a concrete statue. my companion screams, stumbles for all falls to
the earth. he bursts into an explosion of red that travels along the earth
making millions of roses to sprout as far as the eye can see. all the rest
of the trees and obstacles were gone. i walked away from the statue, and
have been wandering in this garden, evermore.
alveola
having lost my job out of misery at the doldrums of slowly going bankrupt
and not working, i had gathered the last of my money and absconded to mexico
to get drunk, and to die.during one blood colored evening i found myself
ambling up a country road with my thoughts frivolous and bouyant from
alcohal and marijuana, across dusty planes littered with only a few homes, i
was a true vagrant and had truly lost possession of myself, and my soul,
which was being thrust violently about in the cruel icy winds far above my
head.thus was my state when a harsh blow protracted the back of my head, and
i succumbed to darkness.
i awoke, but was still in darkness, on my back, laid down in a hastily
built coffin.water trickled from the crevaces in the wood onto my person and
as i gave my first shriek of horror while thrashing violently about in the
box, my cries reverberated from the muffled walls of my premature tomb.cold
sweat trickled my brow as i breathed heavily, laughing and crying in
hysterics. with a hoarse whimper i began to claw at the wood for about a
five minute epoch untill my nails were ground away and my fingers blead.i
lay panting in the darkness groping at my person untill my hand reached
perfunctorily into my pants and masturbated myself without being aware of
it.the blood provided suitable lubrication and i screamed in pain at the
point of my orgasm.what i had not been aware of at this interval was the
arrival of dozens of small oily serpants that had wheedled their way into my
grave and now, with terrifying sibilances, slithered about my person, my
exposed cock, into my pant legs and the cleft of my ass, about my face and
torso, covering my with painful bites.i howled, cried, thrashed flinging the
creatures at my feet and stomping them into the floor of the casket. their
blood produced a pungent odour that gagged and stifled me.after an hour of
this horror, the serpants,silenced, forbore to harass me further. coated and
blood and gagging with the smell of the serpants, i writhed painfully
around, my arms and legs cramped, in this hopeless atmosphere that grew
thinner by the minute.i sobbed, i gnawed my hands bloody, i beat the walls
with terror, all the time shrieking, "OH DEATH DEATH DEATH
i clenched my fists and beat more furious at the hopeless lid of the coffin,
causing dirt to sprinkle in my face and intermix with my blood.at legnth the
lid of the coffin ruptured causing a burst of mud to bury my skull beneath
it.i gagged and vomited clawing at the dirt and my feet thrashed violently,
i bent my spine and dragged myself out from under the mud laying in a
crooked fetal position, in agonizing pain, adjacent to the spilled mud.once
again i vomited whiskey and dirt and gagged incessantly for fifteen minutes,
my face forced six inches from the mess i had caused. i wept in my hopeless
situation, how long before i suffocated in this miserable pit, before my
lost vagrant wanderlust soul would be extinguished like a candle flame with
a glass jar placed atop of it.at legnth, i lost consciousness.
when i awoke i felt twice as stifled as i did before.i felt there was
another body in the coffin with me. it groped me moaning and laughing saying
in a gutteral bubbling voice "i love you" and screaming "i once had a job i
hated as much as you" while vomiting and pissing and shitting all over me,
mashing all three into a paste and groping at my erect cock while laughing
"i kiss you" it says and licks my face with a tongue that smells of rotted
milk, onions, and flatulence.i beat at the creature which only laughs at my
attempts, and continues to grope me, fingering my asshole and vomiting a
horrific paste resembling applesauce into my face.untill, the beast vanished
within my grasp as i gasped for air, which was growing ever thinner as time
wore on.
at legnth, i heard a scratching noise.my eyes opened and the first
feeble rays, as of the first lights of dawn, caressed my face.at that moment
my terror departed like a flock of doves released concluding a spanish
wedding.the lid of the coffin was upturned and i lept from it to the terror
of two men bearing shovels. i had been accidentally exhumed by graverobbers.
i bound down the street, laughing like a madman.
snuff
i woke up and dressed. i put on a wristwatch, t-shirt and shorts. walking to
work, i had to avoid a dog. i arrived. hey sexy, my coworker greets me. what
should i do first? i ask. first i want you to suck all our cocks, then bend
over and take it up your lazy tight fat ass from all of us.they grabbed me
and carried me to the butchers.they pulled my hair back and doog exposed his
wang, he pushed my head onto him making me suck. you like to suck cock dont
you you sickening foul shit? i couldnt reply, his hands were around my head
slamming me into his groin. someone had taken my pants down, spat on my
asshole and was fucking it. two obese moustached men. you like this dont
you, you filth? you filthy junky? they hated me, but wanted to fuck me. i
was young and i smoked pot so it gave them any excuse to maltreat me. they
were rejected cops. the most exciting point in their life, if it wasnt
brutalizing some private citizen to get some morally bankrupt arrest, was
having a flight delayed in a local airport.the first fucker stopped and
someone else took hold of me, hammering my mouth, i resisted and they began
to strangle me, so i let up. my cock was more limp than their wrists. you
see, this is how you treat a faggot! one of them yelled. cum dribbled out of
my asshole, minced with blood. i began to cry and one of them slapped me
across the face. i thought you liked taking it up the ass you little shit!
enjoy while you can, i dont know any faggot or bisexual married to some
idiot god woman who would dare to stick a cock up your ass, were doing you a
favor! fuckers switched then came back for more. they hammered me, slapped
me, one punching my asshole before he punctured it.midway through the sex
act i began to scream, loudly, wanting to die and suffer, wanting to escape,
wanting anything...
a fist strikes my face and a hand strikes my ass.
your done with your work here. now get your things, get out and dont fucking
come back.
i awaken with a battered face and admire my deranged features in a dirty
mirror, hanging on the factory wall. i kick my roach infested blankets aside
and find my wallet empty, so i return to work and find the same wild sneers
as before. howling they accost me outside the store and carry me into the
meat locker tossing me onto a rotted side of beef covered in maggots. their
fat mits tear my clothes off and in minutes a dry cock is tearing into my
ass and another in my mouth. a third party gouges my nipples out into small
tatters of meat that plop to the dirty floor. with a pair of gardening
sheers he slices of my balls and erect cock with on vulgar swipe and the
penis falls on the floor like a deflating water hose, my teeth clamp down on
the cock in my mouth and i taste blood, the penis withdrawls and a hammer
strikes me across the brow caving in my forehead, the cock withdrawls from
my ass and i feel metal sliding up my ass. a burning pain as the pull my
intestines out of my ass with wire hooks, it plops to the ground and they
pick up the intestine lubricating their cocks with them.the hammer swoops
down striking my achilles tendon smashing it to paste, they wrap me in
plastic and dump me out the back of the store into the dumpster
oddly still alive i amble horrifically down the street limping intestines
hanging out of my asshole. i pull the strait razor embedded in the side of
my temple from its gash and amble awkwardly forward with an obscene limp
groaning loudly.three young black boys run around me cackling at my
condition
one of the strikes me in the head with his fist and blood spurts out of my
nose, i thrust the razor at him slicing his throat open all the way down to
his armpit.the other two lunge at me and i cleave his nose from his face. he
falls back clutching his bleeding face and howling.i fall forward hacking
the back of his neck open, slicing the tendons clear in half and his head
sputters falls limp and he colapses, the final boy attacks me with brass
knuckles and i reel, but reciprocate by cutting a deep crimson mouth into
his gut with the razor. he falls into the street, and i scream, driving the
strait razor into my jugular.i fall atop him, paroxied.
