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Friday, November 29, 2013

EVERY THOUSAND YEARS TORTURE MUST BE BANNED ON BLACK FRIDAY


                               HANK SAT IN THE DRIFTWOOD CHAIR AND STARED AT THE SKY.
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a tale
oh, don't tell me.... Please.... Wait-a-bit!   
....
***************PLEASE NOTE -- I ALMOST PULLED THIS ARTICLE; IT'S IN SUCH BAD TASTE.... BUT I'M AGAINST CENSORSHIP.
THIS IS A GOOD TASTE WARNING ----THIS ARTICLE IS NOT
In good taste!!! Please be warned.***************


                            My bunker-mate Hank returned from the GREEN ROOM, which is the LIBRARY OF HEADLINES
underneath the horrid lair of the disgusting
TUNNEL PEOPLE.
            
             Please Note: WE USED TO CALL IT THE
LIBRARY OF CONGRESS but that title
came to have unfortunate carnal associations.
             One thing we librarians have learned
is that: LESS IS MORE, after a time,
where headlines are concerned.

                      You can only say the word, "SHIT' so much in all its
many perambulations.
                      Then, unfortunate as this is, the OBSCENITY LOSES ITS
FUCKING,FOOKEN, fucken, impact.
             And then, when you're really PISSED-OFF
you have nothing to say.

                         Witness this screed  SCREED! written by
a formerly well-respected author, who
was suffering from merciless attack of the GOUT
IN THE LEFT FOOT.... after drinking too much evil
hallucinogenic Green Chartreuse Brewed by
the Devilish Torturers of the ASS-LICKING (TOAD-ASS
LICKING) BREW MASTERS OF THE PSYCHOTIC
TUNNEL PEOPLE....

             WORDS DO NOT SUFFICE TO
           EXPRESS THE DISGUST I FELT
            the morning after when I learned
                 that even PSYCHOSIS OF GREEN MONSTROUS
MINDS.... loses its entertainment value after
a mere twelve hours of endless repetition....

                 IN THE GREEN HELLS OF THE SULFROUS
BREATH OF WASP-TAILED
LECHEROUS
DAISY-LOVING MILK MAIDS

after a time all adjectives become meaningless
                        thoUGH
    adverbs may always carry bowel-wrenching
    horror in their power to SURPRISE
    the incontinent...  ...   ... read this and you either will or will not
                                                                    see me scabrous point...oh no!!  EYE IZ
                                                                                                                       disappearing!!! 

THIS IS A FUCKEN DRAFT
BE SURE TO PUBLISH THIS BIT
________________________________________

FRANK'S EVIL TWIN "FRANK-FRANK" LANDED TODAY

"THIS IS NOT A GOOD THING: HE'S THE ONLY
NATURAL BORN SADIST I EVER MET!"
Mayor Frank Wilcox states in his Affidavit.


(if you're having stomach cramps writhing on the floor
after eating twelve hits of stichnine laced acid... he'll make you stub your toe on the way to the toilet! He did it to me!)

if you're terrified... you think you're dying, quivering
with fear, terrified, he'll force you to pray 
to a God you don't believe in.... 
in an act of strange, never-to-be-understood
torture.

"If you do not like what you're reading, it makes fuck-all difference to me!" says our mayor's twin, Frank-Ftrank."I hope this offends you and gives you strichnine-stomach cramps! Heroin-withdrawal stomach cramps -  a kick in the balls type stomach cramps... all thrust up your ass with a sharp, twisted, rusty wire!!!!" 
                                by a wife who really bores you!
     
     "FUCK OFF ! JESUS CHRIST MY LEFT FOOT HURTS
    THIS IS WHAT GOUT FEELS LIKE!!!!


pussy-riot of PAIN...............................oooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooofuk!!!


an UGLY LITTLE STORY
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 OOOOOHHHH  It THROBS

      PAIN IS A DIS-INHIBITER, SO DON'T EXPECT ME TO BE POLITE.


Once upon a time I was really stoned, wired to the rafters, howling
like a syphilitic jackal and barking like the darkest deepest bear-demon of the primordial mind....
           Love of my life, thoughtful howl-bitch girlfriend in the
name of MIND-FUCK HELP... DROVE ME to the hospital
         And of course, they whisked me out of the
EMERGENCY ward.... lickity-split.... No one wants to hear
some CAVEMAN BEAST... with long  DRIPPING GREY
DARK RASTA HAIR ask their TREMBLING GRANDMA,
        
         "How much for a blow job, honey???"
      
          No answer, natch

         "Ya ya ya ya ya ya.... I know I know", IL Monstro smiles in a happy
malevolent grin...."I KNOW HOW MUCH!.... ya told me last week....
it's twenty dollars..."
        . "But I know it's more expensive... I know
it'll cost more now.... Tell me, 'HOW MUCH WITHOUT YOUR TEETH?'" 

                AND THEN they wheeled me tongue-working, teeth snapping
eyes rolling and winking... at every child I saw... 
      Wheeled me up to the third floor... WHERE... natch I run into DOCTOR BLOCH - once again-  she refuses to hold my
testicles in her warm clasped gland hands as I attempt
to give a  urine sample....."
          "YAVOWL!!!!"
           And then they wheel me down,farther still, still
strapped to the gurney... where they
hide me inn a a free private room and
turn off theair conditioning.
           Doc Bloch approaches me in the dark --
as per usual --- with a hypodermic.. fully of nasty
geek-juice meant to knock  me out,
sneaky like.
           I'm not supposed to see her, but I have ESP and
whisper:  
          "Hey, baby,   COME AND SIT ON POPPA'S...face!"
            She does not. MUCH as she wants to stay
and writhe naked down upon my nose... no!
SHE DOES NOT!
                           BUT....
twenty minutes later when the max-blast of
LIBRIUM has had no effect, she tries it once
again.... this time  a FULL-UP MAXIMUM INJECTION
OF A DIAZEPAM...
                      This slows me down somewhat... and makes me DEMONIC IN A PLEASANT WAY... and gives me a PLATE-BREAKING HARD-ON.... that weighs more than THE DUMBBELL most modern PUSSY-MALEs use to strengthen... give an iota of strength to their pitiful wrists....
                  AND ..... "'IT'  IT IT IT....., DOCTOR, IT THROBBED IN THE AIR, QUIVERED, SEEMED TO SNIFF THE AIR...then turned to look at me AS IF IT HAD AN INTELLIGENCE ALL ITS OWN!"...
             " AS IF ... AS IF....'IT'    KNEW WHAT I
WAS THINKING....!"
              THEN....  "OH,  D-D-DOC-DOC-DOCTOR, IT
STARTED DRIPPING AND LIKE A SNAKE WITH SOME STRANGE GENUIS... HIS THICK AND THROBBING DICK,
BIG AS MY WRIST, AND NODDING LIKE THE BRIGHTEST
RED TULIP IN A HOT SPRING NOON, IT TURNED ITS HEAD,
WINKED IT'S HAPPY SINGLE EYE... AND... AND SMILED AT ME..."
             It was horrible!"
            "Oh, please doctor --- give me a sedative ( a strong one, just like the one I saw you give him three times...to that
fiend!"
          As Uncle Bucky used to say: "GIVE IT TO ME, DOCTOR, I CAN TAKE IT!"
             
          "Quick! Before I start MASTURBATING THIS INSTANT
WITH BOTH HANDS AND SNATCH YOUR TWAT
TWO TIMES!!



          That, sweet angel, is what gout in the left
foot if like... less painful now.... AFTER TAKING TEN ACETACYLIC ACID
TABLETS   WITH CODEIN.... and drinking a bottle of
RYE WHISKEY STRAIGHT NO WATER CHASER...
and no pussy-riot beside me to piss me off.

               At least not yet, but in 20 minutes, "Yes,"
I whispered, making promises, I made a call.

 
                        HANDS-ON HANK SAT ON THE DRIFTWOOD chair
AND STARED AT THE SKY
above the bunker. He wasn't moving. He just
stared at the cloudy sky, like in a trance.

               He wrote this: He was reading a scrunched up note on a 
filthy piece of paper he'd snatched (nicked) from
IL Monstro's army bag

            IL Monstro (Frank-Frank) had dropped from the sky in a parachute and had damn-nearly landed on Hank's face.
Hank was shocked. 
           Hank is still shocked, reading this
bit of foolscap... the paper had a twisted kind of prayer
on it...a note... a message...It looked like
someone had wiped his ass with it
           After a particularly wet and nasty shit with chucked-up 
Chinese chunks in it.
          Hank was more shocked by what he had seen
than by what he was now reading...
          He was reading a description of MORRIT IL MONSTRO
 FORCING SOMEONE TO PRAY
WHILE THAT PERSON  IS HALLUCINATING ON PCP....
                                                                                     (A HORRID PSYCHE-CRIME)

          He reads, "I'm not a religious person. I believe in
sweet-fuck-all, the great god FUK...
which means: "Holy fuck I'm in pain...
and I have an erection... every time my
fukkin foot fukken fuk-me throbs  so does
my christly dong... this sends confusin
messages to my fuckin' forebrain forehead
'n forelocked fuckin fucked EYE which sees
sweet-fuck-all it likes...
       YAH I fucken said "IT"  I am IT AND IT'S
not happy at praying at the fucked up senseless
brainless lead-pipe grey ballock-drippen sky. 


HANK SAT IN THE DRIFTWOOD CHAIR, AND___________
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                        smiled in silence.

Verbal torture dies...
                                      by...
                                                  its own hand.















             Cheers from Wait-a-bit on Black Friday

                                                                                        Enjoy your shopping...                                                         
 

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