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underlinguus and master walt's double dead male feature with erotic overtures for the mommies and daddies cuffed in

late (lights on), i door fling open walt's office, a raw sheaf of dilated mind to show like a bloody birth baby, opps, his eyes closed, holding a smoke, drag-choking it like a tyranny looking for her  "i don't take checks baby" check, his pants at the ankles, the other hand inferentially stroking the bank pen, two feet of receipt wide paper litters the floor, the contraption on his temples, same thing i used for my grunt birth of ideas, the "Reverie Writer"   r& d called it, "don't you fucking knock. you know i hate people to see me smoke", spinning to turn before i've barely entered, "turn around goddamit and give me those papers in your hands and then,….you can kindly fucking go home and forget you were here ",  i toss the dirt of my thoughts to the desk and go, walt looks at the title and holds his cock a little dearer, but thinks the bank pen may leak yet and reads on  
 
        the vagina dentata castrates the depraved spire
 
once upon a time, take any story you like, the prince was to save the princess or girl from the evil witch who would cut out the princesses heart with an ax, the step mother who would cook the girl in stove, the cunt step sisters who would have the other sister lick ash while they feet climbed the prince tree in size ten stilettos like horny lumberjacks but well sometimes the prince is a big eyed sharper toothed wolf who goes by the name of alex the large, on account of his horse dong, and  his propensity to take his depravity king sized like grannies mutilation, after the rape of course, (even sadist princes have redeeming qualities), and well alex was looking for a little gal he had chosen from the club that night to be his girl but she pulled the bowler over his eyes, jumped out broken the glass limo window (leaving a blood stained sneaker behind) and ran…such a playful thing he mused, and then had his royal droog knights chop of a foot (just one of course, you do remember his redeeming qualities) of every gal in town till even the special gals fairy god mother dead cop piggies could not stop alex from  "ultra- violence" necro-toe fucking her little piggies wee weeing bloody blood all the way home and then bringing his girl home to be the queen of his fifty shades of  deeper black red than the devils reverse barbed cock dungeon fantasies while the royal million piano bangs and the choir sings from lovely, lovely, lugwig van "Freude, schoener Goetterfunken, Tochter aus Elysium…", but as the staccato drum beat of amputated one footed girls began to fill the streets and word from the depraved concrete woods spread over seas, a warrior women trained in arts of seduction and subterfuge to free the wood leg amputee ladies of the world from the hooks for eyes, swords for cocks depravities of psychotic males, this warrior mulan, the trojan magazine wife uprising dresses as a submissive asian slave in all black open crotch latex and has herself sold and shipped to prince alex the large, where he forgets about cutting off girls feet for a day or two to place his new tiger spread legged in chains in a cage beneath the castle,  (this is the point of the story where the boys are disappointed) but when after (see disappointment, we won't satiate  your sick lust to bleed the girl), let just say when prince alex tried to bed the tiger, she had laid a trap of hidden clawed teeth in her pussy roar and prince alex bled out dead, one leg short of a tripod  
 
  ...as i rushed down the hall in hasty retreat from walt's office i realize i have a ripped piece of walt's jack-off reverie on my shoe ,reach down to grab and stuff it in my pocket, hop in the car , then uncrumple his thoughts from the wastebasket of my jeans and roll read the "Reverie Writer" ticker tape …  
 
 
     reel from the stain of gramp walt's brain vault

an orgy of red white and blue greenbill credit sliding too fat for the coaster seats of their overindulgent candy tongue looping revelry has come to the finale of walt's day, he dons the dark mickey mask of dreams, like black crescent moon scimitars he cracks a jafar smile at the jihad he has prepared for miss minnie but first spreads snow white on his desk, lays two gum-numb tingling blizzard lines along her pink strips and buries his jet face in her pristine pure cocaine pussy  landing and lap snorts his cock lust in tony scarface delirium, throws his coke powdered zombie mouse skull face back with force,  stares pupil plate eye wild at snow, jams his fingers down her throat till she gags, throws her to the floor, screams "You wanna play games? You wanna play rough?" , get minnie (ball gag (red to match her bow of course) in mouth) out of the cage, tie her to the desk, she wants to say hello to my little friend!, walt's lookin at minnie, nothin mousy about this 18 year old indiana teen, wants to be a porn princess, who used to wear the minnie costume in the park during the day, walt watched through the camera of her dressing room get undressed the areola of her tits  like pink suns that shot walt's golden tassel seeds  from his corn stalk thinking about  plowing her trim furrow, when christ he thought,  i almost forgot to kill some bodies mom or dad, placed his hand on minnie's belly, thumb gently rubbin her clit, asked her if she liked it, nodded and hummed she, mm mm in approval, turned and looked at the crucifix hanging behind  and smiled, ah ha, the best kids story of all time right on my wall and the father is already dying for us, and wanting the poor fellow to at least have a little fun on the way out, and thinking he had a much superior last temptation dream than an endless married missionary once a month magdalene matrimony ordered a diminutive tinker bell victoria secret angel fairy to blow some fairy dust in his eyes to ease the pain and flutter 69 upside down puttin her pouty lips on his resurrection and hooking her legs around his head giving the dying man a quenching taste of her wet river on his dry parched lips, walt was ready to go and knew, the devil had some tricks, but even the son of god could not resist the magic kingdom cum of his tinker bell and when she took in the one and only explosion of god maker seed in her mouth the spires of the castle were turning into cock towers as the cumulonimbus heavens billowed into sky vagina and lowered their velvety pink cloud pussies on the cock ramparts and spires till the night was showered in a firework of candy colored patriotic red white and blue god bless puritan porn america spunk and instead of death row murder round their necks kids wear swirly circle lollies to honor the blessing of brief pleasure in the midst of a nail to the cross existence
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