Bad Worm

Bad Worm

A Story by Wallux Hound
"

Every once in a while, you cap yourself off. It's hard to place, but you cap yourself right the f**k off.

"
"People's voices are like bubbling semen, I can hear it all the time,
people consume there body weight and they bubble there semen louder than
the cries of their kin. I f*****g can't stand the smell of their
voices, y'know? Have you ever smelled the mixture of semen and sticky
saliva, it makes me want to f*****g snap open the muscle it lives in,
dragging it's whimpering self across an ocean of hired w****s and
retired serial rapists. F**k this masturbating cry for help, God I can
f*****g smell it from all the way down here. It lingers in your creamy
fractal of a laugh, a thousand miles away it just can't hold it's breath
long enough to shred that wet stinking skin you sit on. Jesus christ
just f*****g pull it out and reverse this bloody f*****g mess, this
bloody f*****g hour of ridiculous; so desperate, So f*****g putrid.
Blasted f*****g blasted, i've never played a tamberine or kicked
floorboard sisters, which in fact mutter heart ache, like sack of
nagging torment, f*****g trample it into the theme of 'Icy touches' He
plays on the waxy tip of an overused condom. I heard it pouring in
scentless atmospheres, one by one by one by one by one. Now fall out of a
f*****g window jackets lean with sassy thumping tigger tantrums, frizzy
with tidy jello jail bonds asinine rockstar celebrity, asinine
homosexual a******s, asinine money burning a hole through your f*****g
head, burning holes everywhere. Ah s**t, that's it, that's it, it's
pulling me right through a wall, like mad dog money, just like it didn't
even matter, just how could it be so touchy of a subject, how it could
be so f*****g sensitive, Oh poor babies. throw em' in the f****n lake
for all I care, for I have spinned that bowl of f*****g milk right
through that sympathetic face."

© 2011 Wallux Hound


Author's Note

Wallux Hound
Ignore Yourself, What can you think of chat and remakes?

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Wallux Hound
Wallux Hound

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