promise promises a practise is definitely in order before tyler confronts me | uhh it awakens but has it learned | fuck. you. time will tell | heed this instrument the last time i saw garry was at the apple orchard that is where i left him | if upon searching you cannot find him consider well the object of his moste ardent desire | mayhap she will know |
by Lliam Amor, Dan Beeston and the Goatlord.
©2009 Dan Beeston
Possibly, maybe, like I would know.
I seem to be over the labiaplasty issue but now have trouble removing the sound made as a ribcage implodes due to the force exerted by a broad headed spear. The person on the ground never once objected to the predicament, never once screamed or even gave the slightest indication of pain. There was just that noise. The slow cracking and eventual ... smoosh. After which, the enthralled onlookers were enthralled no longer and so meandered about in anticipation of their next entertainment.
I had similar ... feelings (? he takes the time to jest), somethings, whatever after watching then reliving a particular scene, night after night, of Series 7.
Fuck this.
Are the pubs open yet?