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all i can remember is the screams

of pleasure...

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monkeyman, Thu 5 Jan 2006, 22:31, archived)

the pleausre that encompassed the mad-man.

Again and again he stabbed with his dark, knife of doom. Impregnating a thousand hurts inside ones body. The whole world stood still, took a step back and sighed. Things had just gotten to the apex and were going to plunge forth into a torrenting froth of doom

(lostpixel, Thu 5 Jan 2006, 22:34, archived)

and with that, the only thing to break the silence is the breath against your back

and yet you can still feel it inside you, the knife twitching and throbbing with excitement, exhausted yet satisfied, the pain given away to numbness and light headedness...

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monkeyman, Thu 5 Jan 2006, 22:46, archived)

and thats when I realised..

I was superman. As quick as a greased-whippet the wounds healed. Where the punctures had once let red gold drip down, a new red shimmering suit of honor appeared. It was my time to change the world; time to conquer the one great fear; the plastic doll of satans wishes; the Mighty Michael Jackson.
He had powers of being neither black nor white, tricking my eyes, and allowing him the power to dissapear; just like a crack-head on a police raid. His minions would also be there... The most powerful of which had the mighty Black Boob of Blindness, which temporarily took the sight from any who was fool hardy enough to attack. Lastly, but by no means the least dangerous was, MJ's Greater Black Bush Snake, a deadly yet gentle animal. Picking its prey in a random, near incomprehensible means...

Soon the night would turn to day, and my adveture would begin...

(lostpixel, Thu 5 Jan 2006, 22:57, archived)