red rider
retelling of red hiding in the body of a girlish, submissive man-whore, and his voluptuous and sexual she-wolf lover…
the whole tentacle rape scenario thing
you might disagree with my tactics, but I am at a loss to please you people…
“A cat well-armed”
excert;
‘The baby’s arms were fully attached to the cat, exactly where its front legs and paws had been previously, and it seemed at least that the surgery was a success even though the creation still had not yet fully recovered. Smitty was busying himself with throwing away, washing, and/or burning any evidence of what had only transpired three hours ago.’
Epic Trash
I don’t have any real memories anymore, I have pushed them so far behind the eyes that all the bad memories are blotted out in the vast mind space like dreams, and occasionally haunt me as such. The memories I do have are ones devised by me, and my own imagination at work. There has never been any time that I can recall that it wasn’t this way for me. I began living in the trailer park shortly after I quit my last job, and took up a career writing unimpressive articles for shit magazines all over the states. My girlfriend and I sat there, smoking reefer and chatting up the adventure of the day, but keeping an eye on the door the whole time to make sure the child didn’t find his way into our room. The dope …
the Morons
The morons are everywhere, they are strong, they are fast, and they are numerous. They evolved quickly to replace most of the reasonable people in the world, wiping across the face like a silent plague, and birthed from the population explosion that threw every generation off their feet from then on. The morons took place over the masses at churches, corporate headquarters, and even government positions. Boom went the baby rush, as infertile couples took turns testing the new dandied seeds to make more and more offspring possible, and their barren wombs soon filled up rooms from nursery to the grave as the space left little option for change.
These retarded semi-conscious creatures grew in number until they had forced out the gathering intelligences of the planet, and huddled under secret plans, the future was written in blood and sacrifice. …
Tiny Jesus or the Littlest Hitler.
sometimes the demons of revolution need to be revealed to the world.
imposters.
What masks we wear, projecting sounds and even appearances towards our loved ones and co-workers in a culturally subversive gesture echoing survival in the generations long gone, but this social struggle today is very much like that exalted battle from ages ago…