Spooky Event
wallyroo92
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A Party for the Cursed
I called Casper and told him to get his sheet together,
I’m hosting a party for those who have been cursed,
We’ll dance and eat some monster mashed potatoes,
Along with deviled eggs and you bet I’ll bring my wurst.
I bought some Carolina Reapers and Ghost Peppers,
I’m making ghoulash for those ghouls who like it hot,
If you’re vegetarian there’s ear of corn and head of lettuce,
But if you’re vegan I’ll need to give it more thought.
You can snack on sandwitches and perhaps lady fingers,
Maybe some worms, earth or gummy? I’ll have to check,
Like fruits? I got black, blue, cran-, rasp, straw, and Boysen…
Well let’s just say I can have you berried up to your neck.
Here only for the libations? Well it’s an open invitation,
Come on, gather round for some drinks and some boos,
The vamps like the blood orange and poison apple punch,
But I enjoy eyes cream while watching everybody schmooze.
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PAR
PAULO ACACIO RAMOS
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PAULO ACACIO RAMOS
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 26th May 2022Forum Posts: 325
Having dinner with some cannibal friends
There are eyes that bite the bodies
and hands that are useful and common
Can you pass me that plate?
everything is done honestly and in a digestive way
everything is brutal instinct and exceptional faith
Do you want a piece of this roast?
everything is a grimace asking for salvation
a redemption and authorization charge
I don't eat metal, a cloud eater, a sort of a sleeper!
a constant feeling of equivocation
a displeasure in the grinding of teeth
I feel like I belong to the lowest caste of bees!
Sadness is once again a form of transcendence
like molecular food and corn porridge
lower my head and see the crumbs on my legs!
I urgently need dental floss
and run to the bathroom and vomit my soul out.
and hands that are useful and common
Can you pass me that plate?
everything is done honestly and in a digestive way
everything is brutal instinct and exceptional faith
Do you want a piece of this roast?
everything is a grimace asking for salvation
a redemption and authorization charge
I don't eat metal, a cloud eater, a sort of a sleeper!
a constant feeling of equivocation
a displeasure in the grinding of teeth
I feel like I belong to the lowest caste of bees!
Sadness is once again a form of transcendence
like molecular food and corn porridge
lower my head and see the crumbs on my legs!
I urgently need dental floss
and run to the bathroom and vomit my soul out.
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dimpy
dimpsmoon
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dimpsmoon
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 9th Mar 2023 Forum Posts: 139
spooky table talk
on a moonlit night
in the scent of fresh blood
the clock strikes twelve
in the whispers of unrequited love
two souls collide terrifyingly
they plan to have fun until the morning light
from the bowl of flesh,
he picks up a piece and rubs it on her
he breaks her red nails
hanging in the air with his sharp teeth
the guests at a wickedly sexy party
watch this sex act sultry
with a devilish smile,
he pulls her half-cut lip apart with
his drumsticks-adorned finger and swallows it
he peels the skin from her back
and wraps it around a skeletal hand and eats it
the rest of the devils wait
to taste the rich and deep spice of this body
their hearts boil
in a cursed rhythm and flow
as dawn prepares to approaches,
the darkness born from her black hollow eyes begins to scream
the voltage of demonic sin rises
forgetting the fleeting time, he binds her in a fierce embrace
the bent legs run
madly towards the grave
this haunted romance causes
a fountain of blood to fly from her silky vagina
the still silence under the stars
reveals the fountain's myriad secrets
the lightless eyes close
and with a silent echo,
the souls disappear into the wall...
in the scent of fresh blood
the clock strikes twelve
in the whispers of unrequited love
two souls collide terrifyingly
they plan to have fun until the morning light
from the bowl of flesh,
he picks up a piece and rubs it on her
he breaks her red nails
hanging in the air with his sharp teeth
the guests at a wickedly sexy party
watch this sex act sultry
with a devilish smile,
he pulls her half-cut lip apart with
his drumsticks-adorned finger and swallows it
he peels the skin from her back
and wraps it around a skeletal hand and eats it
the rest of the devils wait
to taste the rich and deep spice of this body
their hearts boil
in a cursed rhythm and flow
as dawn prepares to approaches,
the darkness born from her black hollow eyes begins to scream
the voltage of demonic sin rises
forgetting the fleeting time, he binds her in a fierce embrace
the bent legs run
madly towards the grave
this haunted romance causes
a fountain of blood to fly from her silky vagina
the still silence under the stars
reveals the fountain's myriad secrets
the lightless eyes close
and with a silent echo,
the souls disappear into the wall...
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(dimpsmoon)
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