Dead Professor Oblivion wets his thin moustache.
Orange jump-suits daub Rosa with an invitation of fish paste.
The python’s tail undulates to Bukkake rhythms
as does the jungle girl/vore legend
Her soused head dangles from the eyeless abomination.
I watch all this in public seance.
Glad to conform.
after ghost porn deletion
Narcissus hires surgeons to make him art pâtisserie.
He is superbly filleted
the injection of crème anglaise,
sugar glazed into adorable!
I see Rosa among his tasters, cream-filled mouth buzzes with knives..
I leave the theatre in an orderly ripple of souls.
Gullfire above the esplanade.
I too like to think I am delicious.
Cut me. The scars waver in a thousand modal windows. She lifts the hair from her neck. Cut me there, just a little.
My parents became ludicrous meat products.
I dab procreative ulcers while they honk and roll and lick.
stick lighted matches in my side.
You can picture my relief.
Nicki, meanwhile, is concerned by the poor quality of the pirated tape ‘turned on’ by its representation of a women being flogged in a bare room with wet clay walls.
I love you to see me like this.
Rosa lifts her hair above her neck. Max wants only what she wants (This is how he paralyses his victims.)
Nicki lifts her hair. We never left that room?
Yes, there is only one sexed, wet room.
I only want to touch you.
Nobody uses organs anymore.