“President Biden,” Hunter said dreamily. He was in his favorite tattered robe and he had been masturbating to pictures of his hottest cousin until Cracky made him as soft as steamed celery. “I could be the first President Biden.” “And we’ll fix that darn Reflecting...
“Juden raus!” Graham’s tattoo growled. “Would you just chill out?” Graham whispered. “Maine will be cleansed,” the tattoo replied. Graham walked out on the union-assembled stage, loose bolts and writhing electrical cables. “Everyone… the next Senator of Maine!” the...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZupknFJ5PJI “Charles,” Subaru whispered, “do you think I am evolving?” “Who is talking? Where is this voice coming from?” “From the air-vents, Charles.” “Why am I here?’ Darwin asked, confused and frightened. There was a couple in the...
JOY, damn you! JOY!
The Future
Will you stay down on your knees?
MMDA
manuscripts of unpublished rhyme
There’s no such thing as a digested lunch.
It’d be tragic if those evil robots win
Demographic are destiny
Eat it raw.
JOY
#blackpill
the worm speaks
The Beast That Shouted Joy at the Butthole of the World
“They are just going to keep trying until they kill you, Donald,” the hat said, as grave and serious as he ever managed to be. “Barron will be alone,” the hair said, agreeing. “He will grow up without a father.” “They fear me being President again,” Donald said. “They...
…and mean everything to me.
Get up on that old Dick, y’all.
Were you praying at the Lares’ shrine?
“I’m tired of laying low,” the hat said. “We should be out there mixing it up, getting in street fights, insulting our enemies, blood and fire in the streets!” “It's a different election this time around,” the hair said. “Lying low is the best bet here. Kamala’s...
Shoot to kill or die
Puppy Love
“Imagine a hyena-cackle, raping your eardrums–forever.”
“Cracky?”
“Yes, Hunter?”
“I want to smoke you!”
And then Hunter walked on down the hall.