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Holy Fuck


A boy made from starlight, innocence and the echoes of music in heartbeats
held a thing of sun baked stone and watched it become god.
He consumed a thing made holy and the pillars of the divine wept through the colour leaking from his smile.
She sat before him and bled tears made from the sweat of atlas for what must now come.
He stood tall and pissed his scorn down onto adoring lips and waiting eyes

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"The Weirdening of Astral'mages"


And as the blood ran down the holy statue.
And those around felt desecration was in order.
Began peeing upon its face.
And its face turned into a strange spicy sausage beast.
That would belch out yarns of gold and frankincense.

This was the purification of this damned race.
A race to wonder the quadrants of paralleled ancientness.
Stabbing their first born with rusty crosses dipped in poison.
For the devourer has claimed them so.

And the mandrake spirits of evil intentions spoke to them
though magical Twinkies cake.  And told them they must slit
the throats of the 1st born in order to ascend into greater
and higher levels of consciousness.


While this was all occurring the cities
fell around them being eaten by locust
with fangs of corrosion.  They seemed
to ignore the fall of this old world.  
As the madness cradled them into
this dark demonic and inescapable bosom
of the damned.

All their technology was disintegrating
all for a taste of pure madness.  And
to renounce all that once would make any sense.
The tentacle's of this obsidian and
lovecraftion monster would fill their
minds and drench their eternity to come.  One of  
utter derangement and unbalanced fanaticism.

From my office I sit watching in my t-shirt n shorts. Every Tuesday and Saturday you come to the gym.
I watch, oh boy do I watch. I admire from behind as the tight shorts you wear slide up more the sweatier you get. Making the hems of them ride up the sides of your labia lips. Standing up to get more pace, you slowly stand, revealing both of your shaven labia. Sitting down on the already pre cumseat your vagina gyrates, takes shape of the tip of the seat. Riding the bike like a small dildo.
  Hands down the front of my shorts, my pre cum glistens and slides against my satin boxers, not quite showing through to my shorts, thank fuck.
    She sexily lifts herself from seat of bicycle. This seductress, sits on the huge bouncing ball, leaning back, in the crab position, stretching all the sexual tension to her already wet pussy. Boy do I wanna stroke it. She takes her left hand and presses down either side of her lips revealing a forced camel toe. Now I want to hump that camel so bad.
    As graceful like a ballerina, off the ball she walks to a secluded area. Gives a look that very nearly made me burst.
I reach her with both her hands against the granite wall, legs akimbo.
I reach behind her cupping her apple cheeks in my hands, soft.
I can feel the dampness from her quim, omitting the pure purities of a woman"s release. Peeling down her leotard part of the way, to reveal virginal white panties. Soaking with sweat, and her love juice.
Kneeling down I kiss the back opening of your labia, instantly opening. No need for open sesame for me.
Im in, probing gently, tasting every flavour. A la carte. This meals for free.
     Not so gently, I rip the side of your silk white panties.
 As each inch penetrates with ease, your moans become to shrieks as I empty my long awaited juices into you .
     Husband never has a clue, now how weird is that.

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"Sub-Desecrated Basements of Futile Neglect"



Poisonously vented realms beneath the ancient
factory reactor.  Where evil beast cry like
demonic harbinger's of a coming unstoppable
holocaust.  An anti-ambivalent benefactor.

They were warned and forborne so many different
times.  But they clung to their fleeting false
dreams of hope.  Like the horrors that awaited
them just beneath the sub-depths of the wastelands.
That would begin to come alive and hungrily lay low.
But at the right moment slit the throats of the
innocent.  And ravage the weak and least
suspecting in time.

stupor [bliss]



[A] black book
falls in your lap
parting your legs
pulling the cover back
licking your fingers
turning the pages of my dead lover
typing up each line like it were your own
until I own you, like I own [you]
cut you with my blade and boned you


she died prematurely
mysteriously, tragically
it was an accident, like I told you
like I told the hospital, the family, the cops,
your honour, categorically
it all comes down to a water tight [alibi]
tight like the tourniquet, aubergine bouquet
that you tossed in the air, like a hand grenade
like an unfaithful wife
off a cliff
in the pitch
at king tide
washed away
waves good bye
hush and hiss my secret kiss
I digress; [you] are my lover I’ve missed


the words, the sex, the chat, your shaved cat
are just like I recollect, I collect
take your calls, [hold] and pause
while I listen to you sing like a child
like pay for sex with a smile
but you’re so [fucking] bent
you accept I’m off my dial
stroking myself into stupor bliss
while we poke each other
in con-verse
on fuckbook
on fetlife
on skype
and you send me photos of your kids…
[adorable]



Written by Alexander Case

:)
Blood blood everywere
Love and hate in the air
rotton corpses hang in the air
Death is here and death  is their
But their is nobody left to care
The world is so fake
The devil himself wears a cape
To hide hime from the bullshit people spread
But thanks to their selfishness their all dead

bump- any1 c an b a creeper

The Perfect Murder, That Is

My fantasy of a perfect crime
May hold something to be disdained
I have a far too morbid mind
An imagination to be ordained
By killers, that is

I made a list one bright day
Just to darkened the blue skies
I wrote down all the sadism
The torturous ways to say goodbye
By the victims, that is

Some are probably not original
In fact, most are definitely not
A throwback to medieval times
When corpses were piled to rot
By royalty, that is

Imagine being dragged to a place
An area quite hidden from view
Where all your pathetic screams
And pleas are useless to you
Funny to me, that is

Imagine a huge checkerboard out
But made of rusty razor wire
And being tied to the top of it
Rocks putting the weight you acquire
Cutting you up, that is

Or perhaps a slower method maybe?
I'll need a living plant of bamboo
Tie you to and keep you too watered
Till the bamboo grows over you
Suffocating you, that is

Maybe I could rip your nails out
Dip your fingers deep in a fiery acid
Sandpaper your skin till its raw
Laughing aloud because I'm wicked
Just for fun, that is

Ooh la la, so many cruel methods
Which one should I experiment?
Dare I say to electrocute or crucify?
Oh, your loved ones wail and lament!
Music to my ears, that is

So many ways, so many lives!
For a sadistic serial killer like me!
There could never be a flawless way
I'll kill you if you dare to disagree
For the perfect murder, that is

-- KittyFromHell

Double post..sorry

Co-Dependent and Paranoid


My obsession is compulsive
and I wanna stay addicted
hold hands across the threshold
give insanity two more victims

take you captive
in a life to death journey
from human to ghost
here to eternity

massive opiate overdose
that'd be our way
we could rot on earth
but, you know I hate to wait

swallow the rainbow
down the hatch and on the floor
I couldn't bare hearing
that you don't love me anymore

so let's just go
erase a future that might not be kind
put the music on shuffle
and lay by my side

into the void of escaping time
we can clock out
wave goodbye and skip the signs
you're alright and so am I

now, now...don't you cry!

let our hearts stop together
bleed out as one
slow, steady tearing
til the blood starts to run

cut your words into my flesh
and I'll carve mine in yours
this is the only surefire way
to keep this thing of ours

and BUMP
so happy al my bests have entered but if youre still lurkin in the shadows this is a good time to ...