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



Friday, January 7, 2011

The Boner of the Eagle

True beauty is everywhere. I did four shits and them floated to align biaxial symmetry gorgeous. In the realm of the golden eagle pooping is forbidden. Even the chambermaids are armed with kinjals and slip-tips. Strangers are not welcome here. You must have large balls or a pleasant singing voice or you shall surely perish. Sing me a song you elvish rogue. We fuck with force and we fuck for real. Do you Really fuck? Or are you like whatever. Whatever dood.


I used to live in a womba. Feel like I just live in houses and stuff like forever. Houses shape your mind and its workings. Its like shelter-to-brain transmosis. No air in the womba. I used to be a really small fish person with a tail and a huge brain but I grew out of it. Can't breathe through the belly button no more. It's broken. South Korea shot first. I told Byeong Hyeuk that and he karate chopped my balls. I took it like a man. I am the man. Once I was baby but now man totally. My visigoth bone structure is majestic and noble whilst poised. The arcadian landscape welcomes the shadow of my bemused boner from twilight of hot glowball far away somewhere like a giant butter biscuit warm and protruding like a nigerian sunset boner that guides the way through the history of cultures that all had boners and the sun would make boner shadows of them all. Thanks.

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