Razor Dildo

Contributor: jk lowell - - freely I walk in and out glancing around to find your blood soaked panties on the ground. how inviting. an utter easement washes. but you don’t. which I like. the dirt sits patiently unmoved, dust sprinkled across the ass of your thong and I smile, hungry. Is it the sharp blade silver edged fork in my mouth or the fact that its home is between your legs opposed to my jaw? I never wipe the crust off from my lips when you finish why should I? I have you to do it for me. welcome me into the filth and dribble because its where i can let my cock out loose and not think twice. or once. - - - Canadian poet studying avant-garde and American poetry at York Universi...

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Author: jk lowell

Contributor: David Altman - - The Shitasm Diaries Entry #1 Shitasm and the gang were making friends down by the shore. Making friends meant making amends: bended knee, bowed head, that sort of thing. "Sorrys" were offered and some "Never agains" and with clasped hands there were mentions of "forever and ever" and vague assurances of joyous future plans. Shitasm turned to FaFuckle and smiled, and wished, and laughed, because he got his wish, which was this: "Destroy my enemies and make me a god. Destroy my friends and make me Eternity. It's not endless power I want - It's relative success I seek." FaFuckle crumpled to his knees as tendons and ligaments turned to powder. Then the knees went - bones and muscle giving way to a hideous pool of nothing on the ground, or sort of nothing in the sense that it was anything but: offal,...

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