Fiendish and crude. Froosty and lews. This is the life I have whored myself to. Spackled and battered and smothered and covered. And cleaving and cloven and bitter and blued.
Tongue in my anal cave. . Churning through the bestial muck. A cosmic forklift rules my throbbing asshole. The all eye says you are the right slave. To be my anal knave, tongue in my anal cave.
I hear your piteous shrieking. In this land of death. And boils and bees and RPG's. And piles of prisoners masturbated on. Now you are on fire. You curse the choice you made.
They came from the sun. From the east from the west all around. And so fate's die is cast. They marshalled their forces and foundus at last. . So it's come to this.