For the past two weeks, Andrew had been waking every morning at precisely 4:15, haunted by the same explicit dream. Each time, his eyes tore open exposing the faint blue dilation of his pupils to the colorless ceiling. His mouth hung gaunt, his tongue huddled in the back of his throat recoiling at the uncanny meatiness of the visions. The dream ( Read more... )

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I have returned to Seattle. Missoula was fine. I have heard that Ashton Lazarus eats his own asshole. Contact him for more information

Today I leave Seattle. I will travel East into the night towards Missoula, where I will reside. Goodbye Seattle. Fuck you 520 and Fuck you I-5, and all the people who drive on these roads.

First she was sucking my dick, then a cat was sucking on a cow’s udders, then all three of us were sucking on a cow’s dick and I wondered to whom the cat belonged. I caught her nice cow eyes and she was as confused as the rest of us. The cow chewed on her warm grass, but then she was gone. Christ, my wife has a penis. I have a wife? Another ( Read more... )

This is Fine Music

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Demeanor
Most of the day I found myself tormented by a great lethargy. Keeping sleep at bay until 4 AM last night is to blame.

Victuals and Excreta
For breakfast I took down some coffee and an odd organic donut. At lunchtime I savaged an enormous barbecued pork sandwich. The end of the sandwich experienced great difficulty in making the long ( Read more... )