My charming children whom I birthed in the night, fully formed, with moveable parts and chill demeanors, these are them and they are speaking to me now. Murmuring to their warped Da Da nonsense of the most spiritual type. I am ecstatic, in a frenzy, wanting a lawn to girate on. I am lifted up on the wings of desire, the wings of love, the wings of hate, the wings of hope for the future. You know what I mean. I am a hooker in the most sarcastic artificial sense. There is a feeling of sha-zam when I look at my beautiful new children. Let's hope they last until tomorrow, until there's nothing left for them to give me.
I must go now, deletion is prowling on the periphery of today, a threat of no more me, but this is as usual. This is as you know.
I predict my haunches to moisten at some point today. I will report back.
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My eyes have a pop out of the socket sensation today. A boing boing sensation.
MM, your children are exquisite, but they desperately need to be milked. You will arrange for this?
Help me Sloth. Help me milk these delicious children.
I am thinking they would like to play a game of twister.
Yes they would like to. I can tell by their units.
My ears feel silky this morning, like a cat's ears. My only real thoughts are:
1. ugh
2. ruh roh
I looking for someone to rumble-tumble with. Nightmare bruises, punching from all sides. Violence on the head and neck.
i want to punch somebody in the kneecap.
Somebody in particular, FB, or just anyone?
just anyone. i am in need of some bone on bone plate action today. i want to hit low down with a large arcing swing - full rotation of arm in socket.
maybe someone on the subway today.
I have someone lined up for you, FB. I will sit on the sidelines and clap.
MM! Congrats on the kiddies. Corrupt them--please.
Hey MM! watch out for the porcelain kids. They walk at night
Angry at the things in general that irritate the things in particular. Leave me alone....right??
Thinking about indentations and swellings, pustular bumps. It is fun. I am hankering for an unnecessary surgery in a place that is hard to reach with your hands.
I tried to focus today, it seemed like little was accomplished, I am overstimulated these days, with many new tasks on the mind. Much of them involve the peopled spaces, which is harrowing to MM, but he is trying trying to overcome the shyness, the legible instability, the shakes.
the top doll picture is strange and lovely. cheers.
you cannot avoid me. I am always with you.
Hi MM. I've been away for awhile but I am around now.
I am going to steal these children.
Brigand of doom, you sound interesting. Would you like to join my gang of scoundrels?
The chickens are mine. All the chix fingers are mine! MINE! i have my own finger machine.
hmmm. A finger machine sounds promising. does it make fingers or does it destroy them?
Are we talking chicken finger rapes?
the finger machine grinds it down to the pulp and reforms any kind of meat or bone part. hence, the chickens or children are game. I WILL HAVE SO MANY CHIX FINGERS!!!! HA HA HA HA!!!! Now for the sauce. A vat of hot honey mustard with real mustard seed.
side project: a new circus game, "bobbing for pancakes," will be made manifest along the side of the road near my hq. deep down in the heated tank of maple syrup lies the golden dough balls. if you can secure one without burning off too much dermis i will free either 1 child/3 chix, or i will give you a bucket of fingers. you must successfully bob for at least 2 pancakes. i suggest the protection of a full beard. no unnatural protections. no goggles.
crux, i am NOT responsible for whatever you do with your bucket of fingers. rape if you must. plug the dike. gnaw.
Finger machine is set to 11.
Status: ON! Status: Full on finger factor.
I am fearful of full frontal finger factor.
where is the cocaine?
Who said anything 'bout a dike? I don't wanna perpetrate the rapes unless absolutely necessary.
The chickens are manifesting in the charm of my bumhole.
Crux, I am wanting to teach you the twirling ways. Please come over to my house immediately and we will don sweatbands and unfurl our desires upon our feet that jog in place.
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