Pubescent Minds in the Orange Darkness

Filth ROT refuting the fact, any FUCKIN' pig of breed will tell. Sell the stock slap notch vector for half the price. Absurd fever assuming existence, forgiving the curse as blessing. The tricycle nail surgery is a horrid stench wrapping itself into a lisp. Death was on you from the moment of birth; feeding roaches at Motel Black, stitching grotesque quilts of skin from a petrified corpse nailed to a crucifix; the ground in it like a toe in a stick. Meet your life where it never begun...In the sea of unattainable knowledge. The grey fugue of insatiable desire tied the bitch to the tree by the neck. Septic crud of the charred frog and flu flat regards from the demon twin vomiting Earth ground. Refraining from error composts soil for fault. Dream diving in the stomach of the UnGod! Djibouti mouth of hellfire cracking shells of stillborn dismay. Highway of the Hunted, consuming the inked lanolin, tho she need not rebel the Machine; (Humanities spawn of L-Freak dictates the animal inside...) for the unseen fungi roaming the court-scaffold into a muck, is cold and ruthless as the dirty dollar jewel of joy. Bind the prey to her ergot web of gluttony. Stuck like an abandoned Faun helplessly dying in the thick mud, calling for the mother who won't come. Salvation for the tormented; unconvinced, yet unwilling to gnaw the cycle of Bynum! These children of foul play, these Pubescent Minds in the Orange Darkness...awaiting the victory dance of yesterday's war forgot!