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



Saturday, January 8, 2011

Dance for Daddy

I quit Smoking. Not. So what. FUCK YOU. I am not drunk enough. For that. But maybe later. We don't have to fuck. Are you in your house now? Because that would mean I'm in your house. Thats how internets work. I am in your closet and I am naked. There will come a time when the atmosphere is electric sulfur. Nature will unleash raw uninhibited forces and me just naked little dood with sublime terror. My survival is laughably incompatible with the sporadic whims of powerful energy systems. Brimstone dildos will tear through the earth and bang you. Fire tornados will descend from the heavens and suck your dick off. Cobra raptors will screech and mangle your soul, instantly translating you into the elusive beyond.



I am a member of secret order. Keeper of sacred flame. I wish only to diligently harvest my butter and procreate noisily while people watch. I have observed the rites. Who among you would deny me your butter. I have served my penance to torturous brown. I know what it is to be reamed. When darkest moon mysteries confound and seduce the torrential appetites of sleeping giant, remain nimble my little friends. Remember that a cruel boner and nubile tits are the cure for your discontinuity.

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