Birthday

Blu-Tack

Winter Kiss

And so he climbed into Andrew Wagner's vaginal passage
to claim the debt...

Finding love on lonesome snow. By Casey Edmunds.

Once. I had. A. Girl.
She smelt like bacon does. Fresh cut pork. She was so beautiful.
Little blue eyes, no limbs. Easy to carry.

She would whisper to me. Words carried on breath. Simple wishes on air. To have a body.

I made you one didn't I my love? Well yes I did you bitch. Daddy loves you fucker.

I placed you in fallen clouds. Crafted you a body of white innocence.

But then I crushed you. Pressed you to bits my baby. Under my weight you died.

The body made was destroyed by my spunk.

YOU PORK BITCH!!!!

You should have loved me MEG RYAN!!!!