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I am fond of Cioran, Mann, Nabokov, DeLillo, Baudelaire, Conrad, Dostoevsky, Stirner, Mishra, Ellis, Dick, Kant, Poe, Verlaine, Dante, Whitman, Rilke, Gautier, Rimbaud, Milton, Blake, Dryden, Pound, Hardy, Pynchon, Hagermann, Suerbaum, Snyder, Fenby, Sophokles, Wei, Dickinson, Hesse, Aurelius, Seneca, Nietzsche, More, & Deleuze, amongst others which are not currently arising to the surface of my mind, but are probably even more important than those I have just mentioned.


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[...] Skygirl in banana- peel- world– exciting Wolken- tumble. Nymph with the banana- peel drifting between the clouds– yellow hairs strung between. A trashcangirl with billowing golden locks, oily hands attached to an alloy machination– Have you known these images in some past life, walking along an otherworldly street in some past life? Rubbishnymph clasping hands tightly around a broken tyre at the side of a street, near a tree with tightly bound plaits– sticking her bum out with tightly worn stockings. Trashcangirl who stands shy by the tree– golden and shining nymph. Binnymph of the yellow lock– wailing from her red lips in fear of a follower of nymphs. Trashcangirl cryeying– weeworld grassnymph. Garbagenymph bathroomdweller– Urinespilling toiletwater weenymph. Bingirl watersplashing streetpuddle, seen by onlookers from their doorways watersplashing pisspuddle, like a nymph hunkered down on a toilet– hunkershoe toiletpuddle.

Muelleimernymph leaning in the doorway– pissfingered adolescent. Garbagegirl [7 being her age]– crying uncontrollably in an attempt to induce the end of her life [Was this the first time she had such thoughts of death?] Rubbishnymph wailing for the afterlife, acne- ridden and eating decayed remains from the floor– glaring from behind a mouthful of mould- bedecked fruit wishing for the cessation of her existence. Garbagegirl blushing from beneath the banana peel– metalwaybruennhilde, staring intently at ye under debris. Wastenymph alloycorridorfreyja– Bruennhilde staring red- eyed from amidst the jettisoned garbage. Plastic- flooring- nymph, removalnymph striding across a scene of jettisoned garbage, scraping her blade across the concrete, receiving per osmosis lifejuices from lost boys, a fat man or one too thin– unshaved and unwanted. Valkyrie drifting through the strewn rubbish absorbing the souls of lonely lads– Garbagerealm spectresteal Bruennhildehand.

A nymph dropping off a plastic bag full of rubbish at a waste centre, connected by electric veins to the city, monkeys staring from glass citadels, wrinkled chimpanzees with red-rimmed eyes– Affen die mit roten Augen dich anstarren wie Ueberwacher. Wires spread like arteries along the skin of concrete– Freyja’s metal headwings traversing the semen- strewn stone corridors of Pandaemonium. Veins of Bruennhilde, bouncing about the bloodcorridors, golden locks billowing against metal passageways– yellow- haired nymphkyrie. Valkyrie loitering around shards of alloy– a meadow of broken windows. A weird girl leaned against the broken skeleton of a window in a field with shards of glass spread around her feet, goldene Blumen rose around her and tickled her shins and knees [She almost forgot the crimson- spilt concrete corridors she would need to return to at the night’s taking of day]– but despite the beautiful golden flowers, there still stood a train station and its noise not too far away.

Strange nymph loitering about amidst yellow flowers in a meadow near a train station [acting as an otherportal to concrete corridors]– a nextworld flowersphere portalling gold and yellow. Weird girl standing amongst the blades of grass in its otherworldly naturerealm– being pulled in to a concreterealm of mucus dripping down from the walls of stone corridors. Strange nymph tongues at the snot and tears that drips down upon her upper lip– crying as she wipes her bum after using the bathroom. A weird girl was crying [her name being Mayteyre], and she cried like an infant, sitting and crying to herself. Strange nymph by the name of Mayteyre sits in her Penury tent, and unlocks the locked case which she had recently found again in a disposal centre– The key has the word “Tephtha” written across it [The otherworld in which it was created].

A weird girl peered out from between two wastebins, Maephrae smelled of rotting garbage– the stench of it rose up from the girls behind the wastebin. The strange female child by the name of Maephrae got the girls to stand in correct formation– the acne- covered ones in their own special line and the ones with perfectly ivory flesh in another. Weird girl with cold white skin– peered on her hunkers out on to the street below. A strange colleenette pressed her nose against a cold window. An autismo- downsyndromic adolescent foetus- girl peered down from an apartment window– a colleenette by the name of Maephrae with eyes that peek out of a window billowed with clouds from a nearby Kraftwerk. A downsyndromic apartment window revealed itself between factory smoke– full to the brim with blue-eyed nymphs.
A messy apartment full of analphabetic Fenian girls, little colleenettes that swung from the lampshades revealed themselves through cigarette smoke from the smoking aunts and mothers– a valkyrie by the name of Maephrae being one of them, the cigarette smoking drifting across her face and leaving her eyes red- rimmed like a factory workress. A large building revealed itself between the steam that had drifted over from some factories; an orphanage housing Cythae and many girls– spanking each other on the behinds as they hopped out of the building and went for an excursion. Cythae and her girls were moving toward Waszysz, who had rolled the sleeves of his shirt up around his elbows– lines of girls with sand and semen dripping from their bosoms, shoulders, & abdomena.

Cythae appeared before sand and semen dripping from her mammaries, as if having returned from a shore [and having walked through a meadow of flowers]– stood before Waszysz with abdomen and mammaries fully revealed. A man stood also between the flowers, his name being Waszysz, who had seen Cythae and wrote lines while thinking of her image– beside him stood a procession of other men. Amongst the roses white and red stood Waszysz and his procession of advisors, with their pink- nosed girls clinging on to their arms– They stood at the gates and waited for their opening, advisors cleaning steam from their glasses from having to pant in excitation [the girls held so tightly].

Paetlaes was fixated on the rosaweiss nose of a girl that he saw at the other side of the gates– she held cupped in her hands a puddle of semen, which stringed itself like a spider’s web to her fingers and thumbs. Paetlaes completed his excursion through the gates and came to a girl of pinkwhite complexion, pretty and with the reddest of lips– strings of semen attached to the parts of her flesh which were revealed and travelling elsewhere like a spider’s web. Following Paetlaes’s excursion through the gates, Cythae stared with sweat-drenched blouse, a semen- nymph amongst a long line of herselves– Paetlaes begun to unbutton his jacket as the gates finally ceased to creak behind him.

Cythae’s stare peered out of the long line of otherness that diminished with the closing of the gates, her perfectly clean nose being the last to vanish behind, that somewhere behind she was milking & mothering some unseen children– a kissgirl with perfect mammaries. As the gates begun to close, as spittle dripped down tricklingly from Paetlaes’s mouth. The gates begun to close as a line of spittle was dropping from Paetlaes’s mouth, the entrance to Tephtha revealing glass statues of Cythae’s various forms, Hyphthae removed and cleaned his spectacles to see Cythae’s statues better– cumgirl spitgirl.
The gates that acted as an entrance to Tephtha begun to close– Hyphthae was putting on his spectacles. The entrance was mirrored in Hyphthaes’ spectacles– Mayteyre and he walked toward it through the fog. Hypthaes’ spectacles began to get fogged up– as he cleaned them with a handkerchief, he dribbled down on to his own chest and the saliva gleamed with golden light.
Hyphthae walked like a golden beacon– the closing doors of Teptha shone above him to an even greater degree, yellow and translucent. Hyphthae walked through the closing doors of Tephtha– his golden reflection slowly waning upon the waters. Hyphthae’s golden reflection upon the waters– Mayteyre bathing in his own saliva. Hyphthae’s golden reflection upon the waters– a lake of saliva.

A seagull by the name of Hyphthae appears, Hybhae being his judge– aside from that, Mypnae [a barrister] is watching from a window nearby. A seagull by the name of Hybhae appears, dribbling spittle down upon a chain which swings around its neck– Mypnae, another, wipes spittle from Hybhae’s beak with a tissue. A seagull dribbles spittle down from its beak, its name being Hyphthae, and from its protruding hand it holds a wooden hammer.
A seagull by the name of Hyphthae slams a wooden hammer. A seagull with arms holds tightly on to a wooden hammer and slams it repeatedly against the ground, Qaelbhaere being its name, flies onward and ****s down the side of a wall– His twin by the name of Hyphthae has prepared for Qaelbhaere a labyrinth made of cloud which he has constructed from his magic blanket.
A seagull perches itself and ****s down the side of the wall of a labyrinth and startles a passing barrister, who is linked per the arm to a judge and walking along the path of clouds– their image blends with the clouds and light-blue and they walk along it like otherworldly creatures. There is a labyrinth made of clouds, & judges that sit amidst the blue that oversees it– all being reflected in my eyes.

Weisse Wolken gegen blaues Himmel die in meinen Augen glaenzend refektieren, Meeren gegen blaues Himmel dass in mein Aug’ in anderen Welten fliessen, Foetus-girl downsyndromic that plays naked with the clouds and sea, rosa und weiss so very very white, sandmaedchen sandnymph– the musky stench of seaside ****.
Older Pieces of Short Fiction

She held tightly on to my hand and tickled me under my arm, & her knees were pink & white & she blushed as she did this– ticklegiggling poutgirl. Fingertickling blushboy poutedly, fairyboy back home, fallen and then tickled, naked with bosom pressed against ticklefinger, girly **** tickle. There is a tickleboy back home, resting his chin against the abdomen of a wolfgirl, letting her tickle him, & kiss him– fickle farmgirl fingertickle.

There is a lover back home that presses bosom upon bosom– betraying the last and awaiting the newest’s reaction. She pressed her bosom against mine and awaited my reaction, pagan wolf queen reincarnated between the bark of two trees– skin as blue as the sky. There is a lover that awaits me between the bark of two trees whose skin is made of blue, white, & youth– An analphabetic corchran aristocrat creamy and girly and with a little slutghost inside.

The blauweiss youth of a creamy colleenette, now too painfully arousing from her open-door seat upon a cubicle toilet– Beads of urine dribble down from the side of the glazed ceramic of the thing and complete their journey on the plastic flooring. A nubile girl sits down upon a cubicle toilet and starts to piss from her ****, she stands then up after completion and begins to wipe vulva with a little tissue– she lets out more piss in to the tissue as she is standing with her bum stretched out toward the toilet seat.

A nubile girl standeth beside me– excited and leaning against my shoulder with a pearl-white hand, adolescent. Beside me leans an adolescent girl, a harbinger that smells some what musky and urine-drenched, leaning down upon my face, smelling some what of bathroom, a piss-covered urinal against a shiny metal wall. Nubile Maedchen that smells of urine leans down upon our metal existence, & we reacted by peering ever more intently at her and her ivory thighs– We were not sure how we were to get at her as she slept underneath the blades of grass.

Our metal Antlitz peered down on the ivory thighgirl underneath the blades of grass, piss trickling down her thighs and leaving beads of piss along, with we floating alloy in the aether– shivergirl uncontrollably pissing with we floating alloy men like metal birds in the sky. Like birds in the sky, looking down upon other places but never jumping, knowing the world as just another vibration and deciding to remain external to it, feeling ill so ill at being external to it– a harbinger of new things.

Blown by a tempest almost in to space, the large grassrealms getting smaller in the distance, a green rainbow with varieties of yellows and greens, I drifted for so very long, with scrapings of timespace blasting my eyelids until they bled– I left this place and never returned.
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Teacherpreacher fathand chubfinger leaning forward under the lightshine to ticklefringe girlfringe- Confusedteacher blowing against the loosegoose yellowgold stringlocks with windblow slightbreeze- Violenteacher paralysed in to the act of danceblowing windbreath down on to the girlthing– sweatfist windowbreeze Hyphthae Laequaerae. One fat hand with loose golden strings dancing around its closed wet fist, dregs of wall littering the girl’s clothing, he pulling her bloody nose up to stare in to his Xaephtae- Skeletal destruction against the wall again, then slipping down to have her bum cleanly slime across the plastic flooring, his Xaephtae still staring at her bloody nose, but distracted somewhat by her legflesh and knickers, as she scrunches her bloodencrusted eyelids together- He uses his other hand to lift her white thigh and dangles her upside down to have her plaits sweep across the floor- He dribbles houndspit down on to her knickered **** as she continues to distort her face in a scrunch of blood and sweat– disgusted valkyrie with the goldplait floorsweep, gathering up soot and sweat and dust. Chubbyhandsweat slippery and pulling on the area where a girl’s plait meets her head breathing down upon her face which is scrunched up with disgust, legs dangling down tights-shoely from her dress, elevated above the ground- swinging her around the head like a lasso then releasing in to the foyer and against the wall, going up to the wall-violated girlcreature and dribbling his spit down over her bloody golden locks– molestation fleshspittle arachnid plasticspittle daughterdestruction limpcarcass floorlick. Teacher flinging girl by the plait against the wall to have her smack and limply fall to the ground, going up to her and pressing down against her and letting a line of spit slowly dribble down on to the bridge of her nose, her mouth, and chin, taking his chubby sweat-bedecked hands and pushing her by the shoulders against the wall with she moving her head to the side and scrunching her eyes- dragging her through the plastic door of the cubicle and breaking it off in excitation- Angrily with fierce eyes ripping her knickers off to reveal her bum and telling her to “PISS!” scraping the golden-brown locks of her fringe back and sweating directly in to her face with her knickers pressed against her unbuttoned blouse like a concrete Qaebhytybhe in a concrete castlerealm– ripping the blouse off as well to have her with nothing but socks, shoes, & plaits for the teacherfellatio revealing her nubile mammaries with her weewet knickers pressed against them by his sweaty paws its sweat and his spittle which he is dribbling down on to her crystallising phlegmily around her navel– sandtoy girlcum pissonhertogiveherashower. Teacher pulling girl by the leg out the plasticdoor to have her bum scrape knickerly ‘long th'concrete with the dress flying up over her head revealing blousenavel beside the sandtoys- slamming the door tightly shut to shock her and starting to dangle her from her legs with girl’s tears, snot, phlegm, and vomit dripping down on to the concrete and sand below, thrown then on to the grass, where she had been lying days earlier, kicked repeatedly in the side as she licks the dirt and grass– fat teacher spitting down on to prepubescent girlthing in the schoolyard grassrealm. Vaginagirl lay days on the grass near the schoolyard, bumlying nude and snotcrying syphilitically, bum as ivory as a silkworm sweatily squirming ‘round the grass like a little white wormthing, muskily sliming dirt and grass all over its sweaty mass like a graveyard carcass, musky snotballs mixing from the sweat with the grass and dirt, the pink bum bouncedy bouncing on the green, snottily and sweat-crystallised. Days later still wailcrying snotflying from snotnose nostrilphlegm redpink and snotencrusted- staring down at her urinating vulva as it fountains piss blue-eyedly Vanowhore and I in the musky cubicle ‘neath a saturday sun- Fenian colleenette toiletpissing with none else ‘round- Fenian pissrealm- toiletworld. Identity of the retard flying girlfirst valkyrily- goldcurls consummating girl****- whitebum virginitypluck– revelation of the teargirl bumdancing dechastitising herself ‘pon ye- Freyjapparition slowly unbuttoning blousebutton- pisspeeing toiletseating with bluestare girlstare- musky toiletseat girlstare– thighs pressed sockly leathershoely in front of pissvulv with the girlstare lipred- legfall thighwhite whitely pressing ‘gainst shorts with lipred breathtickle on the epidermis wetly and phlegmy– “Kiss me on my thighs” says she, her white white thighs, says she, with your wet phlegmy lips- “Is it normal for a girl to piss in a man’s mouth?” asks she, and wonders about my wet phlegmy lips and how they would feel against her vulv. Retardanoka- goldgirl ivorycurl– weeping Freyja on a bathroom toiletseat, hunkercunt thighpress- ivorythigh pissgirl– crygirl bluestare responding to Fenian shrieks outside from piss-strewn toiletseat, vaginagirl bumwiggle- ivorybum urinestench– Teacher slamming door open with fatshout, staring intently at cubicle with angereye, pulling vaginagirl by the plait out in to the foyer- backwhack wallsmack– Teacher confused at her own act of violence, window there beside with cloudgrounde 'pon tortureteacher girlsquirm, confused teacher rubbing adolescent in to dirtground to have her lick soot from plastic- floorslobber girlrobber– cloudvirgin floormolested teachercrested- slobberspit criminalpit– skyrousal teachersexual virginityplucking crestgirl- semenhole girlcage– There is another world behind the sky is what she would like to think in this moment of rape, and recognise the intricacies of its reality, and be aroused by its skyworld- be ****ed by its skyphallus. Retarded Valkyrie Vanoka dancing 'gainst the skygrounde wythe cloudese and skyblue skygrounde- plaitgirl bumsyndrome. Have ye known goulde lyque thyse?- Shining haeyredaesygnese on a retarded ivory monquesse?- tightsbum tightplait- bound tightly and falling gouldly 'pon bum- shynegyrle shygyrle. Stalkergyrle gouldefollow- Stalkmay dismay- Flowergyrle melancholy. Pissgyrle toiletsit- hunkershoes feetontoiletseat pissweeing watersplash. Hands on knees with a little adolescent pissfinger riding down the sockshin schoolshoe pisstench- rocking back and forward kneegirl pissing, leaning her pissfingers out toward the door- staring so intently down toward her fingers and on to the graffiti’d door, that somehow it would act as a portal that she would not need to return to her classroom, her first suicidal thoughts at the age of 7. Blushgirl on the pisstare, blushing at the boyroom classrooms wouldn’t mind being assaulted by their boywillies blastkilled eternally in a plasticfloor schoolroom, suicidestare floorlick deathcry. Teacherstare blushgirl, plasticfloor fateacher rubbing boys on backs as sodomy is pursued, teacherstare windowcrash throwing valkyries by their plaits against windows to bloodcrash windowsmash otherworldly grassrealm with concrete smackwheat grasslick deathcry. Teacherstare removalgirl- binman girlremoval, picking her up by the plaits and putting her in a plastic bag with the banana peel– unshaved fatman bloodscraping removalgirl across plastic flooring, past fateacher boyrub, rubbing boys with a backscratcher boyrub, sodomy in the children’s picturebook- eagleye wrinklered stareteacher binnedgirl, taking binbag and throwing it once again against the window to bloodsmash windowcrash out once again in to otherworldly grassrealm, valkyriehelms klingklangklankawanking around the concrete grasscrete, goldstring hairstring bounceblood valkyrieblood, windowshard valkyrieshard, plateline dunkelsprung, crimsonconc windowglass, grassportal otherportal, realmworld collonade, stoneworld grassworld, valkyriedeath with grasshands pulling her down in to its depths, licking her bum with its tongues, crying for her with babycry girlcry, removing her of this world and entering her in to the next. Tephtha opens forth th'Penuries’ Mayteyre. Forth calls the metal Febhyrae from beyond metal slice, stench of rotting garbage, halls of the stuff, with acne-covered hunching girls in Maephrae coordinations. Girleye staring intently in our direction, hunkerthigh ivoryflesh, pressed tightly against the other, with knicker under skirt- adolescent whiteskin. Maephrae adolescents, blue-eyed and down-syndromic- coordinated retards in a funny line. Maephrae valkyrie colleenettes like alphabetic corchran aristocrats staring paedorousedly down t'ward ye- bumspank girlbank. Lines of furlblouse girls, blousedly abdomen-revealedly beach-besidedly standing mammary-sanding- schooltrip with banker-fellatio for a bit of girlschool fundraising- Maleteacher fellatiopreacher- Banker with the adolescent to raise some funds for cookiedough. Steamglasses Bankerwaszysz- clumsy adolescent fellatiomess- a little cum on her pinkwhite nose. Semenstring prettylips pinkwhite kissing me on my bankerchin- my hands unbuttoning her semenstained sweatblouse areolapink and pretty. Mammarykiss mommymilk- nosestare girlstare- foreheadkiss wetmouth. The aforementioned slobberspit spittledripped its spittle down tricklingly unto bankerspectacles- cumspit glasses girlglass spittle. Tephtha’s gates closing, which hurries Mayteyre and I through its entrance, spittle flying from chest and spectacles. Yellow light of Tephtha’s closing doors, Mayteyre yellow in its shine, spittle in yellow reflection falling slowly from spectacles, Mypnae at a large judge’s Hyphthae. Mypnae’s spectaclechain with Hybhae’s dangling their politics-talk from their spittlemouths- hammerslam Hyphthae to let the newcomers know its begun. Twins Hyphthae and Qaelbhaere slamming wooden hammers repeatedly, shoulder to shoulder and arms linked- Seagulljudges. Labyrinthjudges traversed us through their labyrinths- place for the seaside smell and sandgirls pinkwhite nude and downsyndromic seasky cloudsky bluesky.
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Hungarian goatgirl at the window of an Irish school, her father having come to pick her up, her breath clouding the glass that looks out on to pavement, car, road, double yellow lines, grass, tree, old stone wall, blue, white, sun, hallucinating in the clouded glass latin letters, gold, red, and black, Hungarian flag draped over side of banister in front of large Embassy, men standing upon it in suits, hedge underneath, green, grassgreen running further down to the people standing outside, awaiting speech, gnomes and elves eargreen analphabetic, peasant perfection, plowmud footmud happily uneducated, smiletoothed and relaxed, all in the clouded window looking out upon the old stone wall, mixed with the tree and sky, the hallucination, and her pressed face, melancholy lippress metalcold lippress twistily twisting her girlhair, wideye hairstare, blusheye browhead hairstare, blouse messily pressed against the side of the couch, jutting out where skirt begins, knees down upon the couch, skirt raised thus just about above the end of an adolescent tightsbum, its shape paedorousedly drifting down to her loosely held shoes upon feet, one dangling, almost falling, her father entering and having her leave, she not answering, twiststaring hairstare, hallucinating about some better places and better times, he smacqing her on th'ass daddyrousedly & telling her to gytt, she not moving and remaining silent, he lifting her by her legs, shoes falling off, to have her skirt fall now down over and revealing her adolescent tightsbum, she continuing to stare in to cloudglass in frustration, refusing to be pulled out of halfsleep, he ripping her down with face on to seat, her hands catclawing couchend, he tightspulling adolescent tightsbum from couch with she in redface wideye protestation, cloudglass stareye halfsleep, he pulling with ever more strength, with she shouting “NO!” with whitetooth angerstare, tights slipped off to have father stumbletights floorfall, he frustratedly launching to feet with Hungarian goatgirl knickerlegged pressing snotface slimily against cloudglass, crysobbing and slobberglassing, father now ripping her by the shoulders and pulling with mighty strength upon, goatgirl handsweatily breaking couch, to have her bloodscrapily slopflop violently in to wall and couchmess, father ripulling her away from said piece of modern art, screamgirl sweatblood screaming “NYOOO!”, being pulled with headscraping liplicking dirtfloor along plastic flooring of Irish school, through metalglass doorwind, concrete bloodlicking scrapenose foreheading, carscrape lickmetal, upside down on father, knickerfacing fatherdrive, crysnotting in to daddycrotch & carseatfluff, trying to hallucinate, wishing for reincarnation as analphabetic peasant ****spanking in otherworldy grassrealm, crysliming carride, wondering what she had done to deserve metalpull, trying to hallucinate, wishing for reincarnation as analphabetic peasant ****spanking in otherworldly grassrealm, thronerealm phantasmallucination drifting through her thoughts apparitioning ambassadorial analphapeasantry, free of concrete, full of light, nightlight fire burning and allowing one to live jewfree. Clownseat Hungaryfield with jewels in hands, costumed harlequins, and a procession of goldplated paddocks parlefyingly treading through grass and marble collonades, areas of world and sky and tree opening portals of redpurpleblack Xiphathas allowing little naked girlsluts betraying their lovers back home with Japhuraea swordblades markedly dancing handance kissdance out in to fields of narcissus, drifting through windair smilingly and betrayingly, spanking bum in crying betrayed’s face, tip toe tumbling over grassdew wetly, onlookers nakedly thinking and hearthrobbingly hallucinating the word “Maedchen”, the thought mingling with mammarygirl smugly dribblespitting redlipspittle on to betrayed men’s heads, like a girlparition kisseyeing her blushcheek bluewhiteskin, ambassadors for some lovely place, marble embassy treeland, analphabetic nymphlets dancing grassdance, pulling concrete slabs from the ground and using sorcery to have them dissapear, lightshine spraying magic incantations from lightfinger sunshine, allowing lightglows to magically illuminate girlflesh, like little fires warming girlbend girlflesh, little impfire wingboys hornyphally warming back and bum, a severed kike’s head in each’s hand. Juggling kikeheads to and fro amongst each other while warming bum and back and bluepink flesh, lipkissing bumflesh ticklegiggling fickle betraygirl slutgirls. Pinkhand boynail softly rolling bloodkopf lazily to and fro between both palms, then hip-hop flipthrowing it over to the other adolescent fairyboy, Girlflesh beside, warmed and bright, ticklegiggling girls giggling gigglingly in warmth and fun, one kikehead dropped, the adolescent fairyboy drifts over and gives bum a kiss, hands glued to the thing, slowly sliding down, tumbling and bashing head on ground, ticklegiggler thighs pressed tightly together, girlcunt cuntily leant bumback nakedly to pressbreast and ticklefinger fallen fairyboy with ticklefinger blushcheek pout, ficklefinger kisstickler scruffy-wuffing chinneck tickleboy, knowingly betraying her lover back home, lifting him up and having him lick on her nubile areola, “HNN!” All girls have a slut inside them, lover back home or not. Beads of sweat know their existence upon her bluewhite flesh, letting out a little cuntwee as well, excited by the mammlick, harbinger beside, not too sure how to react to pissgirl, she shivering uncontrollably on the spot as piss trickles down her thighs on to the grass underneath, “UGGGH!” Harbinger not feeling vibrations so he jumps off to a metal citadel, leaving scrapings of timespace drifting rainbow-coloured slowly on to the grass and then being blown away with the wind up in to the sky.
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Hyr sytse th'faec pynke oeraenje & raede wyt scyne oute o'wyche phormese bleu-yryse'de ys thaete droppese nose & raede-lippe'de mouthe, huse naec ise baelaedaene wythe th'collaere o'a jaeckaette- hae sytse aepoenne thaete coernaere & twystese th'buttoene oeve hyse jaeckaette wythe hyse gloevaede ryghte whyt haende. Ae ghoeste floatse aebov hymne, coemplyetlye whyet bye'yenge hyes treu foerme- myen eyese fluektuaet baetwyex’ th'koernaere oe'th'ruem'se ghoeste & th'ghoeste oe'aef'r'maentioenaede. Our thoughts float like a ghoste’s hymne around our eye’s hallucinations- a girl’s ghost in summer dress and yellow-pink shoulder. A ghoste is a whysper that mouths its song in to our inner ear- a song of a white maiden that drifts down the glass, metal, & plastic corridor. What I appear to her as is a shrivelled anemone whose juices have spilled upon the metal girders that sit behind me in the hall of an academy- my existence is spat more than anything else unto her general direction of hand rested against cold glass, white bend of wrist, clean arm, clean shoulder, cloth which holds her dress above her breasts, her neck, her chin, her red mouth, her nose, her portals, her brows that sit upon them, her ivory forehead, & her golden fringe. Try and hallucinate the flesh between her shoulder and her dress, the flesh that peeks out from the side of the dress’ cloth, that runs down white and yellow just about far enough- long stood I in the study of this phenomenon with middle and fourth finger resting softly on my lip as I stared intently with lower lids lowered and eyes bright with anticipation of some gay spectacle whose contents were slowly revealing themselves. She is an articulation of skin looking out the window out on to the lawn, pulling itself up out of silence- white apparition among shadows. Nothing are the strata that surround her & then her activity bursts forth from fyrs of Xephna and Xoreph to paint eyes on to her face- ghostes that tip-toed lightly like beings lifted with the wind across the various carnevs that struck out like memnas in Xephna’s vaginal caverns. Meaningless streams bounce against her citadel like Vrephna calumknitting his first sword’s child- a spectre’s light-footed pursuit with blade held tightly in one hand, letting it rest against the red cloud underneath his hound. She told me of her father once and how he used to come in to her room when she was changing, yes, yes he would, and they would “play” together, yes, yes they would, her and her father would “play” together- He had been a translucent figure that had let his arm slowly slip past the door & on to her wall & he would rest it there with d'intention of molestation, but first just rest it there, to frighten her [to arouse her]. For far too long spoke she of her father, as we walked by the green, she spoke of her father and how he frightened her [how he aroused her], long spoke she of it, and long stood we at the end of the green, behind the trees, and long mixed my breath with hers, and long stared we simply in to eachother’s eyes as if to study them like scripture, that somehow, if only we could use them as portals, that surely they must be portals, that surely there must be portals, that surely portals must exist, that surely this must end, this must end after consummation, after the unbuttoning of the white coat & the cold wind against thighs, surely this must end after Xonath blares forth the trumpets of pregnancy- Krovna, the prepubescent marnyad floats down in adjacent Kreynyvs to softly tap Vanoka’s ivory forehead with processions of Marney Calumnaters which slowly dribbled through her veins and down further in to her womb and ovaries to poison & caroojigate the final caverns of Xephta. “My hands smell now of your scent that like your kings sitting throne-like upon your shoulders showered me with salvation that we may continue our melancholy with another aeryaen aeraechnyde who pursueth in Vephna the largest lyons that roameth those places- You, almost invisible, who sit now insyde me to continue analphabetic peasantry in other worlds and other places, to roameth further unto Kreynallicka & Martin’s cemetery, burrowing down deeper in the grave to find bone, yellow water, & finally the Mayfair Gas Station’s golden shining eyes that lay hands down upon us to allow us finally to know fulfilled companionship and the brotherhood of honest people.” “Do not whisper something new unto my ears, for I no longer wish to hear the vain squeals of a vain young boy, I’d rather you just smelled my hands, my smelly, semen-crystallised hands that rest warmly against your cold face- almost invisibly you landed beside me & reachedeth down now to part the blouse from my bosom.” “Are we a poison that lets daemons roam in rabbit burrows to bite bicycles with Byphna’s sword or are we a nectar that is too sweet for vain men and jews?- Either way, we are invisible to both rebel & king, and so we must build our own world out of cum and flesh and any damn thing.” “I am Vephna, thy wyf who has now come home, queen of daemons, with gold hair & white bosom & white blouse & soft skin that reachedeth down upon thy mouth & lets thy pagan wolf teeth rub like Peregryne martyrs selling children for blood- A rebel is a fool who mistook charity for initiation & wanting more destroyed the thing he sought, a king sits high upon his tower, so let us not talk of things we do not understand and never will, for here upon this grass lies the alternative to the unknowable beyond, & that is your long cock inside my warm vagina.” “Close-door fellatio right at the door for the two whose lives have ended- We aren’t fools who’d do it right in the school corridor like the rest [An Irish school’s more a saloon than an educational centre.]” “Imagine upon you now my shy eyes looking up, paralysed upon your unsheathed dagger, yes, yessum, paralysed indeed, like some smackable apparition- No, No, we aren’t fools, are we, are we, are we and if we are only a fool could know the dripping energy of Kevronn that slowly sprinkles its beads of sweat down upon our chilled foreheads.” “Aren’t I like a seraph thaet flew down to please you, that came unto you like salvation, with shy, shy eyes that peer in to you like a portal to some other place- Fool you, analphabetic you, peasant you, perfect you, perfect you.” Flakes of ash had dropped besyd us on the green whose corner we had used for copulation, their light feathered feet surrounding with blade upon green cloud and martyr’s hound making the rounds of seven seer’s simple imp’s caverns with bells for Rephna upon her awakening and her howls- Analphabetic valkyries, marked by their white painted faces and golden breastplates slowly descended upon our ceytanick platform. Sex-goddess Xarq with a cigarette and six hands, red-rimmed eyes on each one, a blue sea portal on her navel- Freyja on the toilet nearby in a university, weeing, Brünnhilde besyd us, angered by the former’s absence. Xarq floated upon a concrete slab, beladen with soot, cigarette butts, and chewing gum; her six cigarettes in six hands being lifted to and from her mouth in succession, her red-rimmed eyes looking at nothing in particular [but very very intently at nothing in particular]; the blue sea portal on her navel sporting forth every now and again a new one, to be caught by another hand, which lets another butt fall on to aforementioned slab- Freyja still fountaining, pink **** slowly trickling yellow translucent liquid, looking down at it like a child looking at a fountain in the park, almost unaware it is attached to her, golden plaits beneath winged helmet twirled tightly so they almost lift themselves pippi langstrumpf up in the air, the word “Mädchen” and the smell associated with it, the feeling associated with it, throbs within the soul… “Mädchen”. Pointed gold-point shoes above the slab right beside the cigarette butts, gum stretched between shoe and stone, cigarette pressed between index and middle finger, now stopped within her lips as her eyes become ever more intent, eyebrows tenser, no inhalation, just the resting of the cigarette upon her lips, blood-filled pink boundaries of her eyes which still peer at nothing but so very very hard, she drops all her cigarettes and covers her navel with a cloth now bound around her belly and twists her head to look toward the general area of the university, with exaggerated motion removes herself of her slab, which falls to the ground with cigarettes bouncing elsewhere in the grass, she moves yonder t'ward the desired destination- Pinkness drops last beads of piss, head still looking down on to the thing, with ivory-orange navel, blouse’s end just above it, golden breast-plate then, blouse’s collar, one open button, centre of collar bone, a slightly darker tone than the navel, whiter neck, chin, red red lips, slight revelation of white teeth in confusion, round nose, bridge of nose riding down on to flesh of cheeks that reveal a pink hue, lower part of eyelids pink-orange, irises peering intently down on the cessation of urination, furled eyebrows, ivory forehead, streaks of golden-brown hairs, in other parts more collected, making up something like a fringe, which juts out from underneath the metal helmet with wings, the plaits seen somewhere behind against the cyan wall, which shows bricks underneath its paint, a window beside, like tapestry with a small tree sitting like a dark crack upon its otherworldly paper, Mephna glimpsing over the edge of the cubicle’s plastic wall, gloved hands holding on to the edge, nose just about above, eyes wide and eager, dark hairs drifting down the sides to avoid the eyes, white as snow, for a boy, being held up by his winged shoes somewhere there behind, erection somewhere there underneath, two kimono’d girls outside holding yellow flags there, in front of the cubicle door, unknown symbols across its entrance portal, read, translated in to English; “The smell of piss that rises from a bathroom cubicle”, Irish university, like Irish school, centre of piss. Pointed shoes reaching the foyer of the building in which maedchen has finished urinating, gold gleaming against the last rays of the sun which assault her image beside the tree & metal chairs, gold of her shoe’s design that is plastered upon her snow white foot, ankle, silk bow, knee, shin, thigh, beginning of skirt, tighter area of skirt further up, fatter area of belly, but not too fat, silk draped around to hide the navel, skin upon lower part of rib, beginning of upper garment, curve of breast’s silhouette, the way in which the collar rests upon her neck and the slight revelation of her collarbone, soft soft neck, soft soft soft chin, lip almost raised back, painted white, as is the face aside from rouge upon the cheeks and around the eyes, black dots for fake eyebrows, serious face, cigarette raised but not yet touching mouth, black fringe which sits straight upon forehead, balancing self on concrete and chewing-gum almost as if floating, a goddess of concrete, car fuel, unclean windows, analphabetica, and homeless men dribbling their spit down on to themselves, still not pressing cigarette closer to her lips, yet to enter the building, waiting simply for maedchen to return- slowly pursuing the golden leaves of toilet paper to wipe slowly against the pink of her **** that tickles her slightly and makes her smile, foot resting against cold of floor-urinal rim, almost getting wee on it, raising knickers up over her aryan behind, end of vulva pressed nicely against it as it is coming over, tickling it and making her laugh, allowing a few beads of wee to be absorbed by her underwear, the smell of piss and sweat and spit, and the feeling when she uttered the word “piss”, how it rolled off the lips, something about it and being in the bathroom looking on to the window-tapestry, she would rather be here than anywhere else and she did not want to leave, like a spider fused on to a window pane by its own arachnid-fluids, “piss”, removing herself of the door, she pushed herself out, beads of sweat as she stood with her arms up pressed against the open door, outside in to the hallway of the university building, winged helmet still there with plaits somewhere behind, sweaty greasy, blonde-brown fringe messily slimed across her sweaty white forehead, bewildered eyes, red as **** face now, flustered by “piss”, open mouth revealing teeth, spittle almost dripping down on to the floor like a dog from the lips, too many buttons open on her blouse that sits underneath an almost unstrapped golden breastplate, almost falling on to the floor to reveal her white blouse and the silhouette of her mammaries, sweaty and unbrassiered, messily rolled up sleeves upon arms with silk bows and gloves, end of blouse that messily juts from underneath the breastplate, navel revealed now on account of lost skirt, or purposefully lost due to the lust after the word “piss”, beginning of knickers, how the knickers sit upon the upper part of the thighs, and reach down along her orange-white aryan legs, perfectly smooth and clean, down to beginning of her tight, long socks, that lead down to her unshoe’d feet, which drift across the dirty ground upon which she is standing, “piss”. The people in the foyer that sat there on the row of armchairs, solemn and students of the Arts and solemn students of the Arts [solemn because they are students of the Arts], it is already too late for the majority of them, Hitler would have had them on the promontory of Walhalla but there you go, lost somewhere between paper, bin, cold buswait, difficulty with sleep, soot, chewing gum, cigarettes, concrete, low brick wall, fogged window, plastic flooring, broken door hinge, hanging poster, difficulty with sleep, oh so very difficult to drift, pretend education, pretend house, pretend existence, Freyja there stumbling out of the bathroom, sloppy fringe there, wet and sticky, as said before, breastplate now removed to reveal her sweat-dripping white blouse with silhouette of breasts that slap wetly with sweatly underneath, the areolae scraping against the blouse, she wiping the fringe back to have the helm kling klang klank on the floor, with now looser plaits flailing behind there, navel sweaty and wet peeping out underneath the messily clung blouse, scrunched knickers loosely bouncing up and down upon her behind, shiny with sun legs now pursuing the couch to wetly slouch over the suicidal Arts student, socks almost falling now as she falls in to crotch, looks up at him, with lips in confused shape “Huuuuh?” red sweaty lips, dribblesweat dribbling wetting her wet chin and neck, too many buttons open now, sweatspit collarboneneck, almost seeing the edge of the breast underneath the blouse, “Huuuuh?” smell of piss and sweat and semen as she messily rubs her bloused breasts up along his body and up to his nose and eyes to rest them there, softly and sweatily, in an attempt to get up and leave, softness, too soft, soft mammaries as soft as a cloud, somewhere areola pink underneath, looking down with “Huuuuh?” face, rounded lips like “Huuuuh?” shadowed face now, with flustered red, wide eye sweatbrow sweatfringe, beads of sweat sweatily sweating and stinking like sweat and spit, dripping down on to the Arts student now scrunched up with erection, wide eyes, and lust for bouncy valkyrie, lifted on to feet now, socks slid down with sweat, wet as sweat, stinky sweaty sock, sweaty white shin ‘n’ calf, sweaty sweat thighsweat, whitely sweating and smelling like ****, knickers almost fallen and knicker’d **** now fallen in to Arts’ face, knees pressed down now in to couch, sweaty smelly vaginaside pressed in to Arts’ lips 'n’ nose, spitsweat peecum and Freyja’s “Huuuuh?” as knicker’d **** slimily slithers down on to Arts’ collarbone, pushing her soft navel’s flesh in to his mouth now, to have him involuntarily slobber all over it, “Huuuuh?”, She now shimmies her behind around in an attempt to somehow get out of the situation, churning her weewet knicker’d **** around his collarbone, unbuttoning the top two buttons on his shirt involuntarily, wetting his pullover with sweat and urine, pushing the softness of her sweaty abdomen in to his mouth and nose, with his lips feeling its softness, his eyes very wide now and would like to kissy wissy her navel and give her a spank, but not sure whether he should treat the strange situation as accident or liaison, her navel feels kissable against his lips, so surely her behind must be spankable, frustrated now, trying to shimmy off his collarbone, with abdomen bouncing against his mouth ever more fiercely, finally lifts herself slowly up to have her knicker’d **** just above his fringe, sweat and piss dripping, as she begins to urinate herself uncontrollably, and has the piss dribble down on to his mouth, chin, collarbone, shirt collar and pullover, his eyes wide [with arousal?], she looking down very confused now, slightly frustrated, embarassed maybe [aroused?], simply shivering and pissing down upon him with piss streaked thighs, wetsweat blouse, mammaries wet as in a swimming pool, wetsweat sweatywet sweatgirl, pissandsweat sweatgirl, “Huuuuh?” He unsure as to what he should be doing, looking up at the yellow liquid that is spilling from the sides of her wet knickers and dribbling down on to him, she begins to lose her balance, so he holds her tightly around the thighs to make sure she doesn’t fall, getting piss and sweat all over his forearms, rolled up end of shirt sleeve and hands “MMM” she falls forward with her sweatywet wetblouse sweatmamms in to the back of the head of some boy sitting on the next armchair, startling him, rubbing her gloved hands in his face, her face above his head, which is being assaulted by her breasts, dribbling like a dog uncontrollably her spittle down on to him from wetred lips and chin, teethwhite, closed eyes sweatforehead sweating wet, fringe like in a swimmingpool or just about cumglue sticky stuck to the ivory forehead, sweatear sweatwet sweatear sweat redpink sweatcheek sweat sweat sweat, plaits almost undone with sweat and lust, [and sweat], “HNN” no longer frustrated, just in the final throes of her wee, too embarassed to even open her eyes, ending her piss she tries to [with eyes still closed out of embarassment] remove herself of the pissed-on person and sort of somersault over on to the other boy and scramble out to find her acquaintance, the pissboy frozen in to place with his hands firmly holding on to her wet white thighs, accidentally having ejaculated himself, can not remove himself of her thighs, may not even be frozen, he simply does not want it ever to end, she tries some thing else, removes her hands from the other boy’s face and pushes herself up to be sort of floating above the pissboy with his hands holding her thighs up, which now fall down on to him with a splash of piss and sweat, “Could you?” Pissboy pretending to have fainted, eyes closed, not removing his hands, girl shimmying around trying to remove herself of his grip, pulling on his forearms, coming lose, falling with her abdomen in to his face, rubbing it sweatily along, then pulling herself along his face with her blouse, it being pulled up until the end of her mammaries, which prompts her to grab it and pull it back down, stand up piss and sweat drenched and then embarassed remove herself of the building, he still paralysed about the thought of her wet knickers sitting directly above him, and the memory of the smell of sweat and piss and her body’s scent and the feeling of her soft thighs against his fingers, how he rubbed them together trying to remember, mouthing the word “piss”, simply lying there wet with her urine for several minutes, thinking about her moans as she could not stop herself from urinating in public and on him, the feeling of her piss, which had just been inside her, how it felt against his face, in his mouth, and its taste, How his shirt had suddenly started to cling to his chest with warm wetness, how he had constantly tried to gauge what she was thinking about the situation but never could, how he liked the idea that she may have actually enjoyed it, or secretly wanted to return and urinate on him again, her confused moans and “Huuuuh?” She frustratingly trying to shimmy and therefore leaving the imprint of her knicker’d **** against his skin, her embarassed moans, almost as if she was both embarassed but also secretly enjoying the strange situation, her shivery pissistence [piss and existence] pissed-on thighs, the peculiarity and perversion of the whole scene, situation, image, how her blouse had almost fully come off toward the end, the wet thing, as the end of her mammaries came to his nose, the feeling of her rib cage underneath skin upon his lips, what her breasts must have looked like underneath her blouse, slappingly wet, how wet the blouse had been, he swore he almost saw the pink of her areola, wetsweat sweatywet sweatgirl sweatwet sweatsweat sweatgirl, sweat, pissandsweat sweatgirl, sweatywet pisspisspiss sweatandpiss sweatsweat pissweat piss, once more he wished to hear her say in confusion “Huuuuh?” but he feared he would never see her nor smell her smelly piss ever again. He slowly sort of scrambled to his feet and decided to walk wetly home, mildly embarassed by other’s stares, but in a state of blissful halfsleep at the thought of Valkyriepiss, elsewhere she wetly standing in aforementioned green squeezing sweat out of the end of her blouse, on the verge of weeping, upper teeth biting lower lip, wideye semiweep, furled blonde-brown brows, wetglue sweatglue fringemess, frizzy unkempt plaits, one shown shoulder, the other wetly bloused, some open buttons at collarbone, wetwhitesweatwhite ivory skin on upper part of breasts, slight pinkish hue providing others with a glimpse of her bloused areolae, end of blouse not far down enough to hide navel whitebutton, knickerwickers askew on bumncunt, thighs cold but smooth and wet with smell of piss, socks no longer existent, feet tickled by grass, thinking about how she had urinated in that boy’s face, staring with pouted lip down upon the wet end of her blouse which sits within her hands, surely it must have been strange for the others around to have heard her moaning in such a way, embarassing, but she liked to be embarassed, that was her lickle sekwet, strange little situations like that were always highly entertaining, little urine-related incidents, made her existence shiver, made a bead of wee dribble down on to the inner part of her thigh and down further on to her calf and down further on to the side of her foot and finally in to the grass to leave a line of smaller beads along its path, whispering to herself how much of a little pervert she was, the memory of the situation, the smell of the memory of the situation, remembering the blurry image of the adjacent wall as she smothered her wetbloused mammaries in to some absolute stranger, the feeling of a sudden cold wind against her skin as her blouse was almost fully removed, the wet feeling of the blouse as it was once again slimed back on, the shock when her breasts almost came out upon his face, her shocked face, wetsweatdribblelips red and wet dribbling on to his eyes, very serious looking face with white teeth showing, furled eyebrows oh so furled, sweaty fringe forehead, red red face, How his wet lips had rested there momentarily, upon her rib cage, areola pink outline of mammaries there, resting softly upon him, oh so very softly, beads of sweat from her neck and chin dribbling bead-like down upon and around the side of them, clinging like glue to the blouse, white to blue to pink to slight light orange, pink pink pink, wetsweat sweatywet sweatgirl sweatwet sweatsweat sweatgirl, sweat, pissandsweat sweatgirl, sweatywet pisspisspiss sweatandpiss sweatsweat pissweat piss, and she continued to stand there, sweat dribbling in to her hands that crushed the blouse between her fingers, smiling from her lips, red red wetlips, messfringe wetlips, she feared she would never see him nor urinate upon him ever again, standing upon the green on the promontory of other places and other worlds, sea’s spray clouds to this sky, like a precipice looking down on concrete corridors, that somehow she may convince them to leave their sordid existences behind. Ticklefeet metalgrass colonnade holds up the pissbead statueleg, hall of metalgreen colonnades 'cross Phehebhnáigh, marked hall of the previous people, goddess jewallising above, floating wraith, like ticklecollonade with feet float collonade waters of Hephanitaigh dribblesquirting slowly down fleshstatuehands, leaving lines of beads of liquid upon, her giantess lips with sweat and tears, redpink having the juice drip over and down chin down in to valley of whiteyellow neck and down toward the blouse pressed wetly on to fields of perfectly clean white flesh, eyes half closed resting buck teeth loosely on fat lower pinklip wetly, like “HNN!”, wide whiteblue eyes ­wetrimmed pinkrimmed wide with fright and snottily wetly nose n pinkblush openmouthed spittledrip redlip, browfurl, looking very ****ing concerned about something but difficult to tell exactly what, furledbrow, darker than the sweatfringe glued above, like sticky lines of nosehairs sticking stickingly with glue to her white white forehead, gluesweat sweaty, a mess of squiggly lines, sweatily cumstuck forehead, frizzglue whiteskin, stochastic sporadic messkin, & the plaits that falleth behind, upon the wetblouseback, plaity and german, the smell, soul, & fourteen courted rounddoor halls of the word “Germany”, shouldernude shoulder, white and wet, [smackable?] Take the bum rather, a bit further down, wetly clung to the loosely clung undergarments, scrunched at the side, other shoulder not nude, but the one that is nude’s shirt sleeve has dipped so low down that one can see the round side of one of her breasts, wet and cold and white, the image of the skin from its collarbone beginnings falling down to the side of the breast, being cut off by the wet white blouse, wet and so very very white, like a shining Mayfair in the morning Kevronn, the flying Hymynryaede floating gaily t'ward ye, ivory and so very very very wet, the beginning of the areola just about seen, the rest seen translucently through the wet blouse, pink, so very very pink, with Maeyhybhe there baesyaede, tugs on her blouse to have her come with him through portal, pulled blouse revealing left mammaries’ areola, and her navel struggling against the pull, navelwhite, her undergarments contrasting the navel so very nicely, wet and shaking against the pull, shaking upon the thigh and vaginal area, the smell of piss making Maeyhybhe wideye startled, wondering why she is no longer wearing socks, slightly aroused by the hallucination of her loose socks slowly being removed, removed to have them fall softly on grass, tickled and fallen, her bum and thigh falling softly on grass, tickled and fallen, eyes half-closed falling softly on grass, tickled and fallen, as she was pushing against his pull, she let out another few beads of piss that slithered down her thighs, made her think of the shirtjumperartssuicideboy that she had pissed on wanted to still be pissing on him repeatedly in some place where noone else is where she can continually piss on him forever, she liked stuff like that, the idea of doing something incredibly degenerate forever, embarassing herself in front of someone, but only one person, and having to be in that situation forever, embarassing herself in front of them forever, houndlike closeeyed dribblered spittledribbling her spittle redly wetly down on to the victim, onemamm unbloused, wetly sweatly, otherareola wetpink translucently visible, pervertgirl, white and perverted, whispering the word “pervert” repeatedly from cheekblush pinkblush, smiling redlip wetlip, bucktooth whitetooth fatlip, redlip fatlip underlip, wideye wetlip smilelip, the memory of pissing on him as she smiled, finally being tugged through the portal, transportation windlike shaking her left mammary, pressed against the chest of Maeyhybhe, hornily not looking but wanting to, feeling it nonetheless mammtastically, slipblouse handstop, stopping at the hands, resting there hanging, blousehang nudemamms nudenavel, hornily pressed against chest of Maeyhybhe, hornily wideyed blushcheeked, aroused by the idea of betraying Artsboy for Chad Chaddington, the smell of the word “Betrayal”, the feeling of the words “Whore” and “Betrayal”, knowingly rubbing her skincage ribcage against his chest, knowingly doing it with the image of the thinner boy in her head, knowingly shocked and shy, knowingly with the image of the thinner boy in her head, the smell of absolute degneracy, the rush of sweat, knowingly, knowingly removing herself of everything that could have ever have meant anything, slut of sluts, whore, slut, whore. Areolapink chestpress, ever more pressed, ever more blushed, ever more degenerate, ever more spanking bum almost directly in thinner boy’s face, wetblouse hanging from hands, the feeling associated with the image of her overbearingly letting it simply hang from her naked back, and knowing that her mammaries and navel and flesh are pressed purposefully and knowingly with betrayal, knowing it is betrayal, knowing. The feeling spread out across clouds, and simply peering at clouds, almost knowing it was going to occur, already knowing it was going to occur, that repeatedly for eternity, her betrayal, some external treat would be betraying him, and he could do nothing but be betrayed, over and over again. The idea of his having been able to stop it, to have stopped the betrayal from occurring, the stomachsick idea of it, that is his crime, if he had simply done something else, her mammaries would not be there, her navel would not be there, she would not be a slutwhore cumwhore slutdumpster holeslut cumhole sluthole, he the crumbling villainous fool.
- Vanoka the Waste Hall Nymph -
I pondered upon the mammaries of my kindergarten teacher from my glasses which sate clumsily on my nose, my head sunk in to my arms, burying my nose and mouth, so that aforementioned spectacles rose just about above them- Me & my crony walking around the yellow desks of the place, discussing politics. Shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm linked, we traversed ourselves through the place, when behind us appeared Vanoka, whose golden plaits were tightly bound- she begun to follow us, to our dismay. She had just been on the loo, so her hand smelt like wee when she leant it over to tug on my arm, which I was startled by and began to blush in response to- We ask’d our teacher to have her removed from us, and Vanoka begun to weep in response to this, our kindergarten teacher also confus’d considering Vanoka’s virgin beauty, that even as a heterosexual female she could instantly recognise. Surely we would come to recognise this and consummate our revelation with a little kissy wissy on her wickle wed wips- a few days later me & Vanoka were alone for my crony was missing, I seem to remember seeing him being pulled out the back of the schoolyard looking syphilitic, white, and dead, but who knows what happened to him. Beside the toys I stood next to Vanoka, pressed against the wall, my breath blowing against the bridge of her nose, making her bat her eyelids, her fringe blowing slightly with the wind that came from an open window- our teacher was staring at us smiling slightly with every now and again being distracted by something else. I stood in the presence of her sweat’s perfume for many minutes before she scuttled from my body’s pressing and rush’d out of the room, yonder in to blue and black and something else- a sock’d black shoe swirling away in to something else. For long sate I upon my desk with an air of melancholy awaiting the return of her scent- Where had she gone… Had she gone to Lego land like my crony? The doorway stood like a dark crevice upon the confines of the room and from it emerged her white, syphilitic figure- She did not approach me nor did she approach anyone, for, as before and as with anyone of our species, she was extraneous to the aether, but this time to an even greater extent, our teacher looked at her with wide eyes, turning pale and putting her hand to her mouth as Vanoka leant against the window and peered open-mouthed in to nothing, pissing herself to have the urine slowly drip down her right leg and dribble on to the floor, teacher grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her back and forth, her head lolling unconsciously. Outside, she sate upon a wooden train, eyes rolled back with her forehead pressed against the wood- I approached her & touched her on the shoulder, to which she made no reply, forcing me to rip her arm toward me, having her head swing around and her eyes look at me devilishly. I became overly frustrated and pushed her out of the train and against the wall, which she simply accepted, with my forearm pressed against her neck- she first looked to the side with no expression, then begun to scrunch her face up and weep, with snot and spittle dropping down in to aforementioned forearm from her face. After she had completed this, she looked with red-rimmed eyes upon my eyes and pouted her lips- “I have already ceased to exist & have become an extraneity to the logistics of this world; I have no reason to be here for I am no longer wanted here and will never be wanted here. At this young age I am already aware of that; There is no reason for me to be here, to learn the alphabet, to learn mathematical theorems, to learn the history of Europe or our country, or to learn how to properly interpret the contents of a poem or a novel.” which was followed by her meeting her lips with mine. Long stood we in the sudden realisation of our first sexual adventure and upon its completion I had rested my forehead against hers and studied her and could not remove myself from my studies- I longed to have her body or her clothes touching me at all times. A peculiar stench came upon us and the sound of rope being pulled across concrete- I was pushed down on to the ground with such vigour that it hurt my legs somewhat. A black cloak with white fingers with white nails, six of them, that jutted out from the side blocked my view of Vanoka- the figure jumped over the fence to our right and I saw Vanoka with rope tied around her neck, as I had seen my crony before he went to Legoland. Vanoka was pulled by her neck and vaulted up to the fence, to have her bounce against it with scrunched up eyes- the five armed figure at the other end was secreting phallic juices on to the concrete on the other side and was pulling tightly on the rope as Vanoka kicked against the gate with all her might. GUGAHvposwnjvGHHGWEHGWGEWovipwnhveipowvwhGSg- She smashed her fists against t