Thanksgiving... that time of year when a bunch of fat fucks sit around a table gorging themselves to a gluttonous stupor on hormone bloated turkey and stuffing. Nothing could be more revolting than sight of a overstuffed hog vehemently devouring mouthful after mouthful of hastily prepared foodstuff, faintly gasping for breath between desperate swallows, penis faintly erect at the sight of another bountiful platter of spoils brought for his consumption, faint murmurs of delight and grunts of approval barely heard over the cacophonous rumbling of a stomach futilely churning at the never ending deluge of slop, while virulent bile and corrosive acids mix to a pancreatic splattered brew winding its way through miles of the blackest twisted viscera, compacted and depleted of nutritional value this fetus of decadent overindulgence awaits is birth in a colon of vast expanse. Cries of agony and screams of pain herald the delivery of this abomination to a world unprepared for such horror as the embattled sphincter, stretched and lacerated, brings forth new life in a crimson tainted glory of lust exhausted and passions spent. Happy Fucking Thanksgiving, I hope you all choke.
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alpo:
Eating doesn't give me a hard-on. Except for that it sounds painfully familiar.
midfuckepiphany:
yeah, hope you dont mind me hyping yr writing. part of me is hesitant to tamper with the misanthropy that seems to fuel yr writing. but another part of me likes to see talent recognized, since talent is rare & the moronic population of this planet recognizing it is rarer still. so keep up the hate & the writing