contortionist turd torture
• Written by SPUUUNGE
project a verse and hex your television with morbid curses
malevolent turns in presentation using a machete to then torture smurfs
every other station is a complete wreck just a distortion and blur
settled for watchin a porn about some pathetic orphaned and whorish nurse
then fastforwarded to the event when they recorded her squirt
not really one for an overly growing flesh of a worn girth
maybe a more athletic form like a contortionist without any corset and
inside of an orange skirt
and kids are horrible in mind thats why im enforcing aborted birth
in repetive mourning detriments couldn't get any worse
a horse startled me losing focus on formed attention for a second or less
and ended up droppin my fuckin smore in the dirt
now im within the depths of a torment and disturbed
no motivation is left im forgettin to change sittin inside of a cold kitchen inside of a torn shirt
appetites in a supression but still im shitting without any discretion i just let em
eject onto the linolem floor and it's monochromatic aesthetic checkers
has become the definition of a storage for turds
went to sea world and ripped a dolphins dorsel fin off and reattched to a deformed worm
threw the rest of the ambrosia gelatin at the bedroom door then kick over a porcelain urn
leaned over to far when cookin a box frozen already corn and a portion of
extremity flesh met the orange element then forming a burn
jackin off while readin the nutritional facts on the side of some cornflakes while
I yell like im a schizophrenic and morbid massochist elevating the level vocal
cords and their met decibles in a frienzy of stormed sentences with aa voice echoing
scorn stern
then ejaculate warm sperm ontop of a chess board burdened
pretending i was millipedes corspe dead after exposure to more germs
floating above of myself in witness to a 3 person event of an immense
abhorrence observed
injected a vessel of cortigo steriods into the torn flesh of a poor bird
fell asleep on top of the toaster again and drempt of a scorched dessert
robbed at a tense gunpoint of my crembrule on the porch sitting only 10 minutes before
work
nonsensical perception heard no presence of any noises up in the attic instead
I went to explore first
a plethora of fictitous irrelevant information and still yet to be embedded of any sort
a chorus emerged
friends with benefits took a pestilent turn for the worse when i equipped
appendeages up in a latex and started performin a brain check that ended in trepenation
when I fell way into the roll and envisioned myself as an award winning
applauded indiviual possessing a decorative doctoret
and pressing forward then as a confident formed surgeon
but deep inside of my core hidden im goin at a hundred miles a second and sweatin up
salt ions from inside of my forehead nervous
emerged outta my house and concerned parents start yellin to barricade windows the
perves out again and cummin with an evidently infinite measurement
of a deadly met seminal bursting
i'm just tryin to instill their pathetic lives with a slightly felt incline of embetterment
i though that pouring of high temperatures might've got em a little bit more thirsty
but fine, i'm sure i'll eventually cum across somebody thats more worthy