The Begining of all things to end

I'm the reminder of what you can never have. Goddamn!!! Ain't that a bitch. Well I wont let this build up inside of me. if you're gonna suck in life, goddammit, suck long and hard. Ain't no point in bending over, if you aint gonna stick up for it.

A sudden influx of dipshits seem to have changed the face of the blogging world here at fh. What with the religious retard blogging away to glory as if god himself delivered unto him the scriptures. Shut the fuck up you hairy sac o shit!!!!!! Thank you Mr payne for that wonderful critique and everyone else who thought otherwise... blow me. Oh well...sigh... I think he be shutted uped already. Bygones. Moving along. Ms Amita...Sigh... what can I say??? Seriously.. what??? I mean what can I say that wont make me wanna take the razor to your wrists in the slim hope that you will just stop writing. Please, stop. I beg of you. I mean isnt what we have to go through with tabrez and the jungle people going apeshit, enough??? Huh??? Speaking of which I think you people should do the anal probing with the flaura and the fauna raped from the jungle of your trite and redundant humor. All of you apart from Princess Leia, that is. 'Tis a pity that I'm stuck on you my enchanting princess, it could have been fun. I could have auditioned for the part of your prince, had their been such a part and if I really cared in the first place. But then I wouldn't want to spoil it for you. I'm sentimental like that. Now a lot of people here think that using abusive language and talk of gore is really not funny, creative or new. Well, lets just say that if you really believe that, then we must meet up. Because I would love to slit your throat and fuck the wound. Then I want to push my head inside and make you swoon. Ah well, cant win em all I say. And the ones you cant win, need to be deep fired in oil and stripped of their skins with the help of a potato peeler. Try that on dry skin. Does wonders in smoothing out any wrinkles that you might have. Heard that somewhere...for the life of the marinated carcass under my pillow, I can't remember where. Which, if ever does come out from under the pillow, imma feed it to Gormless Gus. Think the dude could do with a lil fibre in his diet. Stupid motherfucker is sticking to vegetables these days. Doesn't believe in the massacre of hapless animals. Told him to stop banging Maneka, dude just wouldn't listen.  Not surprising that bestiality (talking bout maneka here not animals) and him go way back, right to the school days and the frequent visits to the zoo.

I seem to have run outta steam. I think watching Meet Joe Black at five in the morning does that to a man. Love that movie. In moments of absolute boredom and utter confusion, I'd often wonder what I'd do if I had Hitler or Idi Amin, among others, in a room with no windows. Now when I say had, I mean with them strapped into a chair, with a row of surgical instruments on a table next to them. And about this fascinating and disturbing image, I'd wonder late in to the morning. I think I shall pen down my illustrious thoughts, about the malleability of flesh, on this wonderful medium known as a blog. For all to see, hate, love and commiserate. Now I shall leave you with some parting thoughts on what Is to come.

Imploding your eyeballs


orgasm piercing through your brain


shining cum, perforating pain 

I pull the trigger and I cum


with your head spreared on my gun


observe the metal coming near


the gory end of your moral fear

Riot-fuck the faecial breed


Hallowed be this cleansing dead


Frightened face splits wide open


Sickly pleased I shoot again

Cranium spread all over the floor


Chunks of brain slide from the door


i could kill every last one of you

Skullfuck you all is what I'll do

Fecal obsession, Fixated on my own turds


sewed down the anus


forcing the crad to fester among my intestines


walking heap of human methane


ready to burst giving the impression of pregnancy


the turds start to revolt, taking over it's host


internal infestation propagating it's way


the intestinal walls colapse injecting veins with filth

walking human methane bomb ready to crack


as shit is oozing out of my pores, my colon walls to collaps


walking human methane bomb ready to hatch


shit is thrusting in my veins- cardiac arrest

Sphinctral enthrallment - shit pumping up the smothered rectum


Sphinctral enthrallment - internal bloodflow congested by feces

the pedestool randomly sprayed with feces and guts


a pittoresque canvas of coprophageous hordseuvers

bypassers repulsed by the burning anal scent,


all admiring this sculpture of steaming excrements


adding puke to the recipe

admiring this shinctral abattoir, victims of this coprophageous war


getting off the stench of bile and spunk, i sphincturbate and defile

sphinctral enthrallment