The Soft Machine
Spinealternate terminal flesh while the egg cracks. "This undesirable position, MeesterThis position of final fuck for Johnny." Smile of fool loss of life spasmsslow vegetable decay filmed his amber fleshalways there while the egg cracks and the white juice spurts from ruptured spines From his mouth floated coal fuel and violetsThe boy dropped his rusty black pantsdelicate needs to of dirty linenclothes stiff with oil at the crimson tile ground bare and sullen his road boy senses darted round the room for scraps.
pale out at the locationSomewhere to the left? or used to be it to the right?On? Off? North finish Road?He walked via empty industry compartments, shutters clatteringWind tore the canopy off faces he handed uncooked and peeledCame to World's finish wind blowing via empty time pocketsNo Sheffield ArmsBack to his room packed with shadowsThere he used to be sitting at the mattress with the smile that wasn't precisely a smileAt the washbasin a boy was once utilizing his toothbrush "Who are those people?" The boy became from the.
not anything yet observe and picture, an outdated movie rolling on and on with lifeless actorsPriests and temple guards went up in silver smoke as I blasted my manner into the keep watch over room and burned the codices Earthquake tremors less than my toes I acquired out of there quick, blocks of limestone raining throughout meA nice weight fell from the sky, winds of the earth whipping palm bushes to the groundTidal waves rolled over the Mayan keep watch over calendar. I Sekuin THE MAYAN CAPERTHE CENTIPEDE SWITCHTHE HEAVY steel.
"Johnny's" ass sizzling licking the white nerves and pearly genitalsCarl's lips and tongue swelled with blood and his face went phosphorescent penis pink gradual penetrating incandescent flesh tubes siphoned his physique right into a pulsing sphere of blue jelly floated over skeletons locked in limestoneThe booths shifted Carl used to be siphoned again in the course of the consultant and landed with a fluid plop because the booths permutated fucking shadows via ceilings of legs and intercourse hairs, black spirals of phantom assholes.
With intercourse acts capturing them tablets I tookTotal alertness she is your cardLook, easy: position exploded guy objective in different fleshdual controls countrydouble intercourse unhappy because the sopping wet Lands. final guy with such explosion of the throat crawling inexorably from whatever he carried in his fleshLast turnstile used to be overseas and in addition to knife exploded Sammy the ButcherHoles in 1920 motion picture Newspaper tape fading, after dinner sleep ebbing carbon dioxideIndications sufficient confirmed you calls to.