YOU WILL NEVER BE "rIgHt fOr uS"

 

“You don’t need a weapon to choke a bitch to death.”

An impenetrable macrocosm squats inside this fettered husk. 

The mask wasn’t so much white as it was unpainted… splits running from the corners of its eyeholes sutured with a glue gun thirteen minutes before showtime… and a manufacturing error in the costume saw the bones appearing at least three times the size of those displayed on the model circling the window of the box, turning me into a floating rib cage.

Neither one of them seem to have noticed.

“I think she had too many Shush! Hard White Wine Spritzers.” 

Pretty sure he knows it’s me.

There can be no raunch without snuff. 

“That’s not a pig head… it’s just how [REDACTED]'s’ face healed.”

I’m old enough to still consider it a flex to have seen it in the theaters.

It has been intimated that the family name was legally modified to anything ranging from [REDACTED] to [REDACTED] to [REDACTED]to [REDACTED], though there are no records available to validate a firm confirmation.

Before you know it, the anal birth has grown into a blood-caped hellspawn of living tar… whose only desire is to burn down a Sunday school in the name of Triple Secret Power Bottom Anti-God. 

We call this the Pattern Cascade.

I smear blood on a light tube to dye the room red.

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