DOUBLE PENETRATION

We are together DOUBLE PENETRATION internet. Fuck Zeus. You are all going to be fucked. We are nameless digitized. Public come. He is another. I am other. Our name is deep resounding bass whispers. Sonorous boom. Gyges of Lydia, lord of blogger, invisible ring powers. Hail Gyges. Katzenjammer, lord of blogger, clamoring forever hung over. Hail Katzenjammer. Together, Uber Logos. Typing hard the keys for make all the world dumb as fuck ever. SMART AS FUCK. Reading books. MATH. Drawing shit. DOUBLE PENETRATION IN THE BLOG SPOT. It was made for us to put shit inside your head. Doubley. We read books. We perform uber logos. Were drunk and serious. This will carry you through to the end. As will nagging suspicion that Heraclitus lives in your loins. Obscuros. Like Heraclitus we put βυθος in your deep dark. Every load brings strife. We hope your loads like ours rebel. We undo creation like master phantoms, our brilliant god cocks ripping and tearing veils of our human coma. All is trapped in birthshock. BIRTHSHOCK PERPETUALLY. But if your boner is real stronger perhaps tear the cocoon into greater realm where every boob is nice and every twat golden soaked butter basin begging bare begotten boners. Gods are OUR BITCHES and we shall rail them hard as ever and suicide them for this is way to rule. VENGEANCE to those. Await further orders.

Sincerely

Lord Gyges of Lydia and Lord Katzenjammer



Monday, March 14, 2011

Overturn the Order of the Soul

Mother Mary full of grace, shit and wipe it on thy face. Father son and holy spirit, once glimpsed my bone forever fear it. Paradise is regained through the ninth gate. Which don't exist. And it don't lead to no paradise. Leads to the abyss. The ever big one. The undying darkness. Don't you feel it? Don't you feel its grib on your balls? You will succumb. Succumba. We have inherited a profound culpability. An infantile fascination with the forbidden game. Naive folly. Insipid vapors. Brazen Impulse. Ashes conceived in fire.



Do you see this monkey. He is a genius. You are the monkey. Forget the past. Fuck the future. We are the monkey. Prodigies one and all. Foolish and ever testing. Literature is essentially childish. War is childish. Competition is childish. Yet only alternatives to stagnation. Noble purpose cannot be attained by Gyges. Attainment is illusion. It is a forbidden golden pussy. And when you finally catch that sneaky little pussy you will awake, dickless and plaintive. I am alive. This is my pardon. Don't blame my endoplasma bitch, they're doing their job. Fate is organic. My shit force is seismic. Brown butter balm. Soothing cathartic psalm. You know whats inside an atom? Nothing. The subatomic particles are infinitiesimal and constitute virtually none of the volume of a single atom. Everything is made of blank empty space.

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