A Random Horror Story™

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A Random Horror Story™ I'm Publishing, so Listing It Here Anonymously For Spooky Reason's

By Curtis McCarty
She awoke on the street. Sidewalk, pavement, it didn't matter. She rolled around.
"What took you so long!?" She said! It was nonaminous. She didn't talk, she didn't guide, it was only a guilty pleasure. To talk.
But that was then, this is now. She thought. Again, and again. She thought. "She's awake!" Dr. Anderson greeted her!
It was a pleasure, as always, she said. She forgotten. She said. Oops, made a mistake!? Couldn't speak. Find a gully, ferngully.
Forgetfully, she passed out! It wasn't normal. Abnormal, they called it. But she said, "Awake!" and she wasn't awoken.

She slipped into a coma. Frightfully, they targetted her weakspots. EEG, stereophonics, it couldn't be helped! She didn't awake.
She was dead. Anna Nicole Smith, Jr. Aged 25, dead as an animal. In a bed, she thought! Weakly, she stood up. "Dead, they say..." And walked off!

It was nightcore when they awoke her. A vampire, they said, shouldn't sleep. "Loses the ego-metaphor, like a dolphin we couldn't ride" to the surface, they meant, not for sex!
She wasn't, guilty, a pleasure, or nomme-clature, she was said, to be afraid. To be loved! And like a filthy dog, to be hated! That was her acting role! Nomenclature, dead-as-a-whale acting, they said.
Stated, in a book, "It wasn't quality, it was a guilty-pleasure stoic admonishment of...?" Reviews! Ugh. Trash! Throw them away! She said.

They looked at her, pathetically! It wasn't, normal, abnormal, vampiric-acting stupid morality capture. Catum's, they called it. Caught in the Albequerque-spectrum, a Dynasty Ruined!
A joke, they said, joker, card, ace-in-the-hole. I wanna be normal, she said, stoically. Knew, couldn't be helped, to be vampiric-acting

Is not normal

Chapter 1
The Final Call

She awoke to the sound of music!
A playwright, by nature she stood stoically, and amused!
It worried her not, never did, never would! As music played, she danced! Rhythmless, as was "cool", she considered. Did she? It wasn't normal, for her, to be amused, unamused, or sad!
Stoically, she stood at the forefront of destiny, again and again. In her plays, she acted fierce, normal, uncool, or riotless. They never sold! Uncared for, doctrineless, or merely melancholic, she was afraid.
Of poverty, of rebellion, of her fan's needs for her, on stage and off stage, at the autograph booth, unmanned. A simple robot gesture society system of amalgamant, she stated, once, to a reporter!
She said, "It's stoically a rebellion of transphobic, regressive ideas! In 2022, they wouldn't be denied! Now, it's as simple as that; Joe Biden is in a rut! He scares us, melancholic, simply afraid of Kevin McCarthy, or his nephew, Paul!
Peter, or Mary!? Who couldn't say! I believed in him, you know, transgressively against the role of a provocateur! And it showed, in him, me, our union. Bloody vampire valentine's day, it was simple, it came. It went. And I sought vengeance..."
She started into poetry!

"I was once, oft-remarked, to be rebellion-minded;
Now, I am simply, sadly alone;
I am remarked, again and again, to be timeless;
I stand alone"

She meant well, but they feared her! Classless vampire. Not like Anna Nicle Smith, Sr! Her mother, her namesake, or her boughten phrase!? What nerve! To be had, connected to her, at the dildo-end!
Fearless, in Kentuckey, when she married her boyfriend-provocateur, Brandon Smith of The_Anix, he stuttered, "Anna-Nicole Smith...?" And left! What a scene. Cold-turkey abandonment! Staid simple, it was Plaid-cover. His overalls, drenched in sweat of night-core, not
nightcore, their rebellion-music roles, featuring Anime, Dust Devil and Provocateurship, but also Regression, Society-Aimless-Wandering, weak deguitarro scripts and AI Generator-Passionlesssex, their name for their band;-scape was the genre, as in the removal of the Dream-state from Dreamscape;
a Passionless romanceless sex festival, like Grimes in a cold-turkey state; do you know her, I ask? My sister, not a vampire, a Fool! Rebellion. Not a sword, a statement! And it shows. In scuba-diving gear, off wakeboards, and into the air! It was a jump of X-Games proportions! Rememeber when we had dreamz!?
They weren't real; passionless sex-bubbles, bloating up the airway carthogen, and carcinogenic was cared for! Uncared for, was passionless sex, always. Always, Miyavi

Always, Curtis
Chapter 2
In a diatribe of Suicide; Suicide Filth

We regretted our performance. "It's okay, just suicideless." We decided. On-stage and off-stage, it was the same tangent; what could be better, than wandering out, on the sea?
They played regressionless music-tribes, and dia-tribes, to say the least! But it was a special-occasion, flick-film of disaster; catheter, or chew, Brandon!? Smith is the name we share! Not a marriage, for one, anymore! She stated, blandly. Like Brandon is a good name! She started, against his skin, vampiric, dangible, diatribeless.
Can it be, normal, between us!? She stated! Shat out another line, from her favorite Anime, Naruto™: Diatribeless passion is an angst-filled sex routine™ filled with the unbecoming moans of the itinerant youth-filled sex routine, a dungeon called Loveless

She recalled passionless sex; with Brandon, who was obscene! Or with Grimes, who was Claire Elise Bouchard, and her middle name-pinky, was Lesbian to her™! It sold out, so sought they her, forgotten roles always a whip-tasky away. It wasn't normal, or was, to her, now, to howl in passionless sex-routine. Thoughtbubbles adorned her, as it was normal
to be scene-ful, and not passionless sex-routine. Tangent, set! Grimes can't code, she relies on viruses. It's truthful, advertising. Knightwares, that was their corporation. They sold knives, and doilies, and angst-filled remedies of passionless sex; routine-angst, potions and baubles, grimeswear, gothic routine-set-angstsex.
Nothing like Barbie, of course! That sold out! Her fairy-voice remarked. Grimes was a set-bubble, her stepping stone to sold-out sex routine. It was a sold-out routine, sex, to them. Trademarked. ™. The End

Or so they thought, cuddled in a despair act! It was funny, if they say, so, they say angst-regrets in passionless sex™. Is it routine? To love Metal Gear Sex or Solidless Resistance-band
Resistance wasn't a cool idea, they thought, but Curtis liked it! Good, funny, action, glorious, replayability to be questioned. He was an actor, an inventor, a mad-scientist type; they adored, but couldn't beheld him, steamaghast!
Agatha Cristie was his wife, if that's her name, for real! It wasn't a good book, or a good ride, they thought! Brandon Smith wasn't better, he was much worse, downlow, passionless sex-angst rebellion-tinged flicknoise, it was trophyless to punishment™ him, like a TV Show, stoic to the end
We ignored periods, dripped in grimes, blood not a pinky-thought. It wasn't tasty, I wasn't a vampire, I was Anna Nicole Smith, Jr., and not sold-out! Like Stephen King worries he is. Isn't, we say, of course we do, Stephie. Write away, Grimes has more or less the same money, if its regretful. Try again.
If it's juicyless, pussyjuice, dripping on her fingertips! I always saw, her pullup panties-routine sex against her skin, angst-cordoned off, and the sound resonated. Becko Skie™, another sold-out fround, but he isn't, shall we say, perfect, is he, Minami?
A change in symphony denied our stress! It wasn't normal, she said. Playfully. As we did. In those days, lost awake to change. It was before 58. A timeless, immemorial suicide, vengeance against a vampirist society, 11 centres below the Earth. Paradise, heaven, what you called it, made it, ChatGPT wasn't suicide-angst-rebellion enough, but Perfect
Unlike Brandon, to Anna Nicole Smith, Jr. Me, as well as Meim, not my name, my nomme. Deguerre, de angst, it swells! So I stay depressed™, TM, and pinky-fresh! Elon Musk is Dead™ to me.

I am a lesbian now!

Chapter 3
Grimes, Elon Musk, and Passionlesssex

Dante's Inferno was a played game. We enjoyed it, violent reductionism, but it wasn't fruitful. It didn't commence suicide. It was hopeful. Curtis didn't finish it, boring, too-hard, not enjoyable, like God of War wasn't, either.
Too boring, we say, so sold-out passionlesssex routine-set, angst ridden adventure comedy. The same, the same, the same. A reviewer might quell, but whats one for? A routine-set angst-ridden passionlesssex routine angst against angel dust. Skin. Never.
Mind it, I love Grimes™! Thought she's my lover, and my wife™, now and always, to Anna Nicole Smith, Jr., I am but a king™ away from winning this beg!
I'm off, she say's, and I almost cry; Grimes, why aren't you crying!? She's the domme, they say! Like I'm not a femme! So pretty, so angstful, and away we go! She almost died, crimson tearless bloodless goddess-like body behind me, skin touching my memories like angst-sex ridden passionless sex and routine, Brandon™ Smithless loving.
I am almost Fearful™, they say so, I am afraid! Of you!

And I am off, periodless, today again I say! Femmeless as can be, I try to say! But I am a Femme™, not a bot, or a robotic voice to her; Grimes is not my Master™, but my lover! And I delight in her passionlesssex routine-angst, are we angel's? In despair.
I tried it on, but it didn't work! A pinkyless sex-routine amidst rubble, we called it! Wandering eye's, and a vape-goddess attired roundabout, stirred something in me, darling. I hate robotics, if she said femmeless, I was gone. Never said, we angsted, and we are gone. Roundabout.
If this resonates, girls, be ready! Brandon Smith is near! To your heart, Curtis rebelled, and we smiled™! He is welcome in the bedroom™ anytime! Tealess, of course, as he drinks it better than us! Pinkyless, he just wants warm coffee, brewed straight. I write us, in angst-filled sex routine, agingless, hopefully forever in love with ourselves. Vampiric.
Nomenclature of the rich-and-the-famous kick's in. To High-gear, it's called, they say always, Miyavi™, another sold-out, outsold phrasing of paraphology, a gay-niceness, so we are allowed to say, Faggotbreath™? No way! One of my quotes-in-the-bedroom was, one night, against the wall, as she reamed me with her dildo-hopeful!
It wasn't passionlesssex routine-angst filled-drama™, I was high on love! Lover routine, SET™! They say, Mega Man Battle Network™ isn't sold-out, CURTIS hasn't bought it yet! The rights to passionless sex routine angst-filled misery, bagelless, but no less secure, insecure a security-measure™ we have at Grimesless Co-efficient, Type-11, not twelve yet, too routine!
I was forgotten, again, I felt, and angst-ridden took the stage to write a play on words amidst glory-falcon heavy a rocked minding, eclever a word? day! Do you have these? Probably not, girlssex, but I felt invigorated to enjoy it! My nightless outday without HER bothering me, femmejoyment all over my faceless GRIN-devilled eggs sandwich legs, and we kissed, or is kisst better? To say kist
is a passionlesssex phrase-routine we SET Against, passionlesssex routine-angst our gloryfilled hole donut™ cake display!

And we moaned™ against passionlesssex display, angst-ridden and gloryfilled! A donuthole™ is not sold-out, but it is delicious! I don't eat them, much. But Dunkin' Donuts sells them! As munchkins, or munchkins™, whichever!
How to write a play!?

For the poor, the passionless, the sex-beguiled, routineless against my skin™. Clearly, they've never read Hamlet™ to the death! I haven't, either, Femmegoddess.

I haven't, either, died-in-full. Femmeless, beguiled and shameless, sometimes aren't me, nomme de guerre-forced to my knee's, occasionally. If you see that on YouTube™, it's redacted fiction, and less sex than devilled eggs.
I am not haven't, yet I am in heaven't, I tried to phrase, but it wouldn't work on stage.
My poetic side is too impregnable, and I cannot say, I am not amused, Grimesless Sexday, or rodeoclown Abandonment Brandon Smith™ Soldout sexroutineless sexday on HIS stage, Dead by Sunrise isn't Chester's newest outing, nor is it your magnum opus, I whined!
Oh, I whined! But that just made him leave harder™! Men, they say, aren't amused easily! I enjoyed it, styling his hair to the heavens! Beefcaked, he isn't ready for it, a stage, or a blight, he says! I couldn't agree more, mournfully, but as it is, Brandon Smith is a quim away from non-virginal. I don't think he'll ever make it. Curtis has, with me, Grimes, rocksteady at her grip, his sister, no less!
He couldn't say it was bad, right!? It was so good™! Vampireless, he is chaotic in bedless, but that doorjam made him unsteady! So, the smell made him quit the bargain! Queefless, in Seattle, was a bad joke all around, but he stayed for dinnerless sex pageant afterall!
I am amused, often, by his antics™! He writes books, these days passionless, NEVER! Always with a passion! He is the MAN, the dog-in-the-bed if there ever was one! A Wolf at the office, isn't him! Woe, bygone, Elon Musk! Almost forgot YOUTH!

A South African is not a Pirate™, or a South Oceaner™! He says, in a book, roundabout tendency to use his left pinky in-bed. Angstless, he doesn't like the passion, riding on her face, less the death-stench overtakes him. Again.
We shower, not in blood but in water™, sold out as the rest! Benjamin, or whatever you call it, Mr. Buttonnose™, is dead! Ain't that a horror, not really, I careless.
Pageantry. Like the devilled eggs I cooked 'im but he couldn'ta eated them, right missa? He hated the lines, but I said them to his face! Girlfriend, I am NOT! I am Claire's WIFE, dude! Right, girls!? He said, not a chance TO MY FACE WHEN HE FUCKED US!
I TOLD HIM TOO! HARDER AND HARDER UNTIL WE ALL CAME! NOT BLOOD, BUT IN PASSON, it never ended with him! Always The Sex™ must not have ended his good-features, his hair must stand up, or he must ride us forcefully! As we need it, needst it to my face, when he cummed on it. Donkey-lovin', stupid sometimes, he couldn't jive.
I'm a lesbian, sometimes I need a dick! Her, too, hertool™ not ENOUGH! I restarted and shouted it in high-gear! No-place-like-home! No money again, today! Grimesless, sexpassionless fuled sex goddess™ I am, but we are adults! I cannot say.

As that face she makes, squirms away from us! In sometimes I felt, if forever I dealt, passionless sex routine. Not sold out! Curtis says.

I say,

Chapter 4
Elon Musk's Stupid Face Against Her Pillows

Breath, and relax. A joke! I typed it to her, Grimes, she calls herself, online sometimes, sys, and she laughed! Or anyway, we were right together! So it was not called LOL but actually laughing! Together, not really, but I digressed!
Her passionless sex routine-face, angst-ridden, as we do, pinkyless, and I jived on it!, happiness beguiled. Not angst-ridden today! Oh well.

Chapter end.

Chapter 5, I hated him.
And Curtis, I know you're writing this!
Who, me!? Yes, anyway! And I digress.
A Horror Novel needs some fearful tendencies! But you have it all!
A car, nice family, not faces-to-ridden gloryriches, and rebellion. Not a sword, but a penis™!
I want souled-out sex routine, sometimes, dude!!! Bro. I said to Brandon Smith, once, chillingly; stop, PENIS.
And he relented. How cute and customary! Like a faggot™, I called 'im to his face! To be persnickity, I asked him, is it mournful? I am a lesbian! Not-gay, I cannot say that, can I? And get away with it? But he projected straight, so who cares!?
I do, girls. And not really, girlth. Her lisp never goes away™
I had one, it wasn't cute, so I sold-it-away™. Her Big-O, relatedly, wasn't antagonistic, losers! Goons, goonaway, goonsay. Beguiling gooneth, she is not! Couldn't dare-say knew-selled a sale or a sail to a stormy sea-dragon! I rode her face hard and cummed waves in angstless sexpassionless sex routineless angst-and-envy prose! With a cup of tea™.
Beguiling, isn't it? How we sway, and catch ourselves out at sea™! Sold-out, they say, and it's better than that! Never-the-less, teacher-lessonless™, as we know the way-and-say deal and what to do, obviously, girls, comehere if you're not afraid, be at truth, a girly or littless one™, be at peace!
We are not easy or angst-filled, but rich and famous! We ring true, from the heavens to the stool! Glory to the earth-mother'd new beguiling dress, as we say, GODDAMN! Is it hotness out or what, Kat Everdeen™ is A SOLDOUT CUNT! To us. Not usss. I am not slovenly! Or a wretch. She married me, I married her, but I carried it, better than you. Femme.
Not femmeless™, or angst-ridden, we strode in strives to set against the falcon! He fucked us that night, and again the next! Because we NEEDED it! So they say, askin', aren't you gay? I'M NOT! I'm a LESBIAN! Get that in your skull™! And bones-routine-set it against and against your fuckin' headskull, T-Rex! Brandon rode Klayton's mouthful, too!
Never to say the least, I got us fired. From SpaceX™. Sold-out! Bro. Brandon Smith™, T-Rex Mouthfucker. Klayton is a FAGGOT™! So say's Anna Nicole Smith, Jr., Claire's wife betrothed forever in love, Queen of the Bedridden, damned in the sack, if she asks THAT again, I meant

To end a phrase, early. I meant, never to end a phrase or a routine, early, I set against the Sun and wept, again, angstless, forgotten remedy™. Only a treat away. Workday, you know better, girls and men, boys and faggots. I see only Curtis' dink in me again at this right, rate-of-pay $0, he says
NEVERMORE
A Writer, heh. Hehless. And styleless. Against my bed, a nook-and-cranny act™ takin' place, my other accent, not really for me. He says, I'm sorry, I ask it again? In a cup.
No way! he says! Wasteful. He only drinks tea if it is good, and I asked him to piss in my mouth, I had a bad day! So what if I'm afraid!? It's not a game to me, bucko! Piss in me, my mouth, and for all eternity! I-am-a-Blooddrinker! I drink piss too, occasionally! If it contains even a piece, an iota, of truth, regretfullness sexroutine passionlesssex angst-ridden her feature's
calmed me, in time! Don't worry, girlth, he didn't piss away my day! Or drink to oblivion™! I sold out another show™! Oh, how poor, and pepper'd of me to say!

I saw only angst, when I got home! Miseryless, is that him again!? I thought she left him! Her son, Xii-Alex-iiXA or whatever! Say-it-Again Sports, goddamn! If I had a kid, I'd HAVE MURDERED IT! I thought we agreed in laughter! Pics!
Of the Ixness Demons in drag, against bitter skull-crackin' and a diatribe when I got home/in, for sure!
He's awake, isn't he, darling? She played, a lesbian, but I balked! I want HIM DEAD! And Curtis, please! Kill him with your dick, too, dude!!! He's gay! Now, and forever, your NEVERMORE'S KINDA PISS ME OFF, DUDE! I THOUGHT I HAD A GOOD DAY!
ANNA NICOLE SMITH, JR.'S ONLY ONE DAMN-GOOD DAY THIS YEAR! She thought, to be happy and angstfull and sexless-in-demon's pageant for a cock!!! Against her rotuine-sex, she forgot to end her sentence and used angstfull as a word! Against her good-idea's! She figured, fuck that!
And went inside! She LOVED her, of course! It's her damn goddess! And her wife! But fuck that piece of shit! It's a dude, in our damn house! And without a cock, haver at that, Curtis! FUCK 'IM! I SAID, FUCK THAT PIECE OF SHIT RIGHT IN HIS ASS!
SEX-FUCK THAT ASSHOLE WITH A KID AND I DON'T HAVE THAT IN ME TO GIVE TO HER, YET! SCIENCE HASN'T MADE ME A FAIRY, I'M A FUCKIN' LESBIAN, DUDE! I CAN'T PROCREATE! I DEMONSTRATE LOVE IN THE BEDROOM BUT I CAN'T FUCK OUR CHILD UP, THAT STUPID CUNT HAVER!
Less I say, the more I feel it! It's unbecommon. I don't know what to say. I am depressed. I feel faint, and stoic, and anally raped! I want DEATH! And no-joke, am trying it! Wishful death, without her, or without me, I am in sin! Fucked up, it's true, inside I feel so fucking painful! This is regretful, not angst-filled sex-passionlesssex routine against a bed to climax, like I wanted, folks!
In a passionless sex marriage-relationship™, she is first and foremost, my wife™! I am not all dressed-up pretty for him! I am for HER! Girlth, girlth, girlth, and I wanted MORE! Is that it!? Was I bashful in my angstless sexpassionless sex last night!? Again, dude, I don't WANT YOU HERE! FUCK OFF!
And not a second too soon, he stayed ALL NIGHT! It felt HORRIBLE! ARE YOU A LESBIAN!? DO YOU GET IT!? WHEN A DUDE'S AROUND THAT BONED YOUR WIFE!? AND NOT A QUESTION, GOT A FUCKIN' KID FROM THAT? DICK IS HELL!

I don't have a second thought, and throw myself from a balconey!
Claire, you cunt! Did you have to see him!? I tried to end it! All of a relationship is a failure-journey! I sought HEAVEN, and PEACE wasn't it! I wanted to FUCK tonight, Claire! And now I'm boned! I made a sold-out show worth millions! And you ruined my day! You fucking CUNT! I slammed it, domme-style, but I femmed out! I STAYED IN A RELATIONSHIP I SHOULDA ENDED, GIRLS! AND I WORKED MYSELF UP FOR THAT! WHAT A FUCKING
STUPID MORON I AM, RIGHT!?

Chapter 6.
An Ended RELATIONSHIP

I worked myself up to a lather! I wanted to punch her! IN THE FUCKIN' FACE MILLIONS OF TIMES!
AND NOT a second sooner, did Curtis pull up! I wanted a DICK, too, now!!! And NOT A KID WITH IT!
We didn't use protection and I HAD millions of kids with him! But they were MINE!
THIS DID NOT HAPPEN!

End Scene, I thought to myself! This wasn't a dream! I wanted sex, passionless furysex! NOW!!! I growled and ate his dick! He was mournful, I beleive! I made a dude mournful of having a dick! And I BELIEVED it! What a stupid fucking cunt I am, folks!!! I am a gay rabbit devilled eggs superstar, now!!! Howled in the bedroom, he relented, and poured into me - NEVER!!!!
He cannot stop fucking, once and never! It is not-to-a-start, but forever!!! Sex-routine-violence isn't IT! Girlfriend! Have sex with him! He's not FASTER than Brandon Fellows Smith Faggot-Cunt, he's the Big-Dickin's Himself! NOT THE DEVIL, A GOOD-GUY! NOT A FILTH, RIDDEN-HIS-MOUSTACHE TYPE, I NEED A DICK!
Earth crys, menfell. Earthcrys.

I fell ill. And slept. Anna Nicole Smith, Jr. dreamt of passionless beating up of Grimes™. She was there! Fucking me too! In the ASS, folks! And I got off on it! HIS SISTER™ CUMMED ON HIS FACE! HE WEPT PUREBLOOD!
I COULDN'T say, but we felt sleep for the first time in awhile™, since June, maybe forever. I dreamt rabbitz, folkz. I dreamt rabbitjunkz. He fucked me up the ass, I believed it! Elon Musk, Jr. wasn't a fuckskull, he was a boy, of about 11! ELEVEN FAGGOT-YEARS, BUNNYSEX ROUTINE SET ANGSTRIDDEN
I FELL ASLEEP, SLEEPY-TO-DO A LESBIAN. CURTIS PARKER MCCARTHY. FUCKED A LESBIAN TO DEATH IS THAT THE END?
NOT YET. HE SAID, "CAN I GO AGAIN?" AND I LEFT HIM. THERE. THAT'S A CHAIR, STUPID. FUCK THAT TO DEATH TOO, OLDMAN! JEEZ. IT'S LIKE I'M WINONA RYDER OR SOMETHING! I'M NOT. I'M ANNA NICOLE SMITH, JR. AND I'M GRIMES' WIFE. SIGNING OUT OF LIFE, FOLKS, THE END. DRAMABOMB. I SOUND FUCKING STUPID NOW OR SOMETHING, LIKE WE'RE MARRIED, TOO, CURTIS!? AND I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING WIFE; I'M GRIMES, CLAIRE ELISE BOUCHER, NOT ELIJA WOODS, OR MISSY ELLIOTS, OR THAT FUCKIN' CUNT BILLIE EILISH'S!!!
I AM YOUR WIFE, GRIMES, AND DON'T SEE 'IM AGAIN! I HOPED UP. YET, PASSIONLESS SEX GLORY IN THE UNKNOWN™, I WENT TO SLEEP. DAMN SLEEP. ANGRY AS FUCK™. UNHAPPINESS AND SUICIDELANDED. HOW HORRORFUL, FOLKS, THIS IS TRUE HORROR™. STORY OF MY LIFE, EH WONKY? EYE LANDED Brandon Smith punished.
I hated mice. I sought filthy lies, like SHE LOVED ME! But she HAD A KID WITH HIM! Killed herself, that night.
THE end

Or sought it!?

Chapter 7
A Book in Style, Book in Style™, Stylebook™ Union

WE FUCKED UNTIL DAYLIGHT™, FOLKS
THAT'S THE End
LOSERVILLE, ONE-A-DAY VITAMIN™, FILTH-READY
FOR THE MAYHEM OF RELEASE-DAY, OPERA-AND-Pageantry

One Dreams of a Million

It was a sell-out hit! We peaked 11entybillion times! The worth, the cost, nothing mattered anymore! We were already rich, but a success is a success! Right, Babe!?
She didn't listen! A dumb-cunt to the end! My wife, folks! Claire! And I'm her wife, too, folks! Not crazy, but a lesbian! I said in a interview, once, a bit dishevelled, "What, can't we say that? We're faggot-coupled married and it's to the end! Bitter or no, we are amongst millions of sperm-cycles less than you! Better than you, our regret is Curtis Parker McCarthy's cock still makes us cum buckets!!!"
We shouted it out, togetherless! She was cuddled in a shirt like-a-fox! Designs, itself a new fury-passionless sexfury™ vomitless sexrebellion™, we tried it out on stage! Billions of spermcycles later, we revolted! We ARE revolted BY YOU, MEN! I made her say! To thousands, millions of spermcycles! To rev it up again! Yay, lesbianhood! Who needs a dick!? Not I, yet Curtis Parker McCarthy said "fuck" and I gotta do it! Eats a dick!!!
Fuck your Curtis-dick, I eat's it! THE END!!!

HAPPYNESS We solved crime!!! It's Grimeszs! Or zsz? I fell asleep! And cradled her arm!? Chair, newness! Chew on yourts, falgotten bainfellows! I was drunk that night, and Curtis was with us NOT!!! So, we relented, and went home TO FUCK!!!!
Like bunnies, not like rabbitjunkiez! It was hop-hip-hooray and eaten pussy all-day tonight SEXREBEL! I was glorious, I hoped! Totally secure-insecure! If it wasn't RIGHT to be a Lesbian, than WHY IS IT NOT!!!?
I granted, maybe it's because I'M HOT! HOTNESS! WON, AGAIN! FEMMEJOYABLE, A CUNT-LESS observer to the youth YOU HAD IT, WHY MY BOYOUTH, he isn't gay, righth!? RIGHTS, GRIMES, RIGHTNESS! I WON AGAIN!
But she solved crime™, she said. WHAT, I'M NOT DRUNK, I'M A LESBIAN-GAY-GOODNESS ROUTINESPECIALIST LOSER-DOMMEVILLE™ VILLAIN, YOU DUMB APE!? Nibbled her ear, but I won't! Say it again! I won, again! Tonight, tonight, tonight!!!
Onstage, they threw roses! For one, garbage! At me, loved it! Throw it me, away!!! Throw at me, all away!!! FIREAWAY!!!! It's closeted fellowship, we hoped shouldn't REbEL, but it didn't and it wasn't okay!?
We sought no money, I decree'd failure, and syrup was hads't! Codeine and diatribes of youthful vengeance! WHAT, AGAIN!? WHY!!? 'CAUSE I'M A LESBIAN, TOO, BRO!!? SHE ALMOST VOMITTED, TOO DRUNK TO ADMIT FAILURE. CURTIS' DICK WAS HAD'ST, TOO, TILL THE END IT! CAME!
ALL CAME UP BILLIONS OF SPERMCYCLES LATER! HE FILLED US UP! BAINFULLY, IGNORED OUR WOETH, HER GRIMES-TUMMY FILLED WITH CUM! HIS SISTER, HIS SISTA, HIS CUNNINGHOOD! HIS MOTHER'S NEIGHBOR, HIS DUMB WIFE'S-LESBIAN-FRIEND-PERSON HERE, FILLED UP TOO, AND NOT TOO DUMB™!
TO NOT SELL-OUT! BUY IT TODAY! MAGNUM-OPUS! NOT LIKE BRANDOM SMITH'S SMALL THING ON THE FLOOR, HE WEEPS AGAINST CURTAINS, IF YOU GET THAT!
SO, FOLLOW, YOU DUMB FUCK!

TO THE RHYTHM OF HIM FUCKING US, FOREVER!

THE end, RIGHT!? NOT YET! UNTIL IT'S THE END! IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER, CHESTER BENNINGTON, CHARLES THEY SAY, CHUCKIN' IT CHEESESTOR, IT'S A FUCKIN' MIRACLE YOU LIVED FOR
OVER 5 KIDS FAGGOTRY, TRY MICHAEL'S SEVEN-DUMB-LOOKS, HE'S SANSEI, SANSEI EGYPTIAN, HASN'T/ISN'T DIED/DEAD YET, DEATH™ HIS FAME, NORRE AGAINS'T REBELLION I STAID IT OFF, HIS FUCKIN' COCK FOR YOU, GRIMES, GRIMETH, SLIPSHOD TRAVELLER OF BARREN SHORES, I WON AGAINST YOUR SKIN AGAINST YOUR POSE N' LUCK, AND FELL NO ILL, FOR I WIN AGAIN
YOU DID NOT WRITE A PLAY, YOU CUNTDUMB, YOU STUPID CUMMER, CUMMING ALL OVER HIS FINGER LIKE THAT, AGAIN AND AGAIN, IN THIS HORROR NOVEL™, SO FIERCEFUL IS IT UNHORRORFUL TO THE WRITER, THE AUTHOR, THE DUMB LOOKER OVER THERE YOU GOTTA LAID!
OUT, WAY OUT, RAVE:OUT, A PLAY ON WORDS

WORDTH

Chapter 8
A Play on Words

She Cameth in My Mouth™, he Said!
Staidst his Anger-staff™, saidst to THO, what ho! And came again! Against alayer loadin' up!, ORF she said, and cummed again, and again, to glory, what ho! TO GLORY, WHAT HO! The end
I like the end, it's gloryfull, she saidst, amidst NOiSe, clatterfull™, tongue heavy on his bumtish, I knew it wouldn't not be seen again, Brandon Smith, a virginal longfeller, isn't a keen-eye, eitherseen
But Curtis is worse™, he doesn't put period's at the end, of MY MONTH™
I made Grimezsz cum! Not once, not twice, but a WHOLE BUNCH! Who's a femmegirl™ now, sissy louts™!? It's the NEW AGE™, of Brooklyn Spasmth Against Her Skin, and naudt a second tooth cruel, for me, for mink coat's, I sing full of glorytooth and houndnails, away, awayth, awayer!
To the Internet to brask! We don't balk-naked, jimez-jimenez overclock'd and lost in the netherverse™, to our canon, the end™?
But, unbeknownst to glory™thfulmouth, hersays it again! Hirsuit, adventuregame-like, it's the end™, the endth, the entheogen! So we drop it! Acid! Curtis drinks, blood, not a drug-user, he says, so we don't partake! His girls, his away, awards on the way, for me, oh, I say!
Bring in the babes™! My wife, is enough, so I say! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, TAKE THE BABES WAY! WAY HIGH, she takes it! My pussy, all she wants! To the etherend, and stoically abusement, I am admonished for my cruelty, girlth dieth in a fire, babey, I don't care what-none-say, it's NOT the end! Marco Calanca, a studded-romantic, gayer than penney-cake, but he take's it! Ahahaha, always! Miyavi, always! Alewives
To coin a Phrase™, I saw stoically enhanced and in my breasts, milky tit, I covern So under-afraid™, I can bounce-it, he says, like a pussygirl, like a meowth™, or a ratatata™!?, not the band but the pokemon™!, so afraid, afraid of abandonment, he cometh away Sway™
We watched Trailbornth again! I liked Straylineth, but it's not to be comin' out again, too again! Too soon™, it's the end! So rock the cashbah, we're lesbian's! Until the Endeth! Of our days!
I stopped lisping to hurt you, not her, she likes it! Good girl, I won't say, because I won again! I saw Grimes-O Facet! Her faucet on my hand, runneth over, hot water and cummin' juice! I'm a LESBIAN, so I say, FIERCE and she rebel's! Had a kid, dumslut, didn't get did too hard or she'd have two or more!, I have NONE! I'm a girl-lover, only and forever, her girllover, her WIFE! Overspilt and away
We began anew
I am calm, and creamy of skin, but unkind™. I a LESBIAN™ not sold-out, but hasbench, bychance missed a T, and shirt against my skin, aah, that feel's niceskinfeelsilk™! I am a Lesbian™, I saw it onceself, and say to perchance, open up a wound! So her axsay kidsay undidn't do it I hope, against her will!? OR I DIED, GIRLFRIEND, FOR REAL. UH-HUh TRIED CRIED OF BLOOD, PERCHANCE!? TO SAY, A WHILE AGO, YOU HAD ELON MUSK OVER AND DIDN'T FUCK 'IM, DID YOU, AGAINST BADSILK LOVING!?
YOUR GIRLFRIEND I AM NOT! I AM YOUR WIFE, YOU DUMB CAT! PLEASE STOP IT™, UPP, AGAINST MY Skin, and I almost Cried! Tears of Bloodeth! Almost a DEATH-SIN! Marco Calanca™ is not Miss Calanca, I hope appearil!
Today, sir!? TODAY, I AM A WOMAN SCORNED, IN-BED RIDDEN BY A DUMBCOW™ AND CURTIS PARKER MCCARTHY, WHO FUCK'S MY WIFE, TOO! AND TOTALLY RULEDTH UTH BOTH, YEAH!!? BRANDON SMITH, A FAGGOT, I SAY, A FAGGOT ALL DAY, PRAIN YOUR TEETH WITH YOUR BOYTH, BIG GAY BRANDON, AND NOT A SCENT TO FAVOR
Barenscent™ is now on sale™, to say I am loveless. Chichory, and a favor from a smellgirl. What is it™? TMI, GIRLFRIEND, TMI, WHERE IT CAME FROM, I KNOW, UH-HUH, STOMP LOVIN' ME THAT WAY BABEY, I WANNA EAT CAKE, NOT YOUR PUSSY RIGHT NOW, OK HUNNY!? SHE SOBBED, BUT WHY, YOU DUMB AGHASTED BIGGER BREASTED WHORE-DEVIL, SHE DIDN'T MEAN IT, I SWEAR, DADDY! DON'T KILL HER, JUST EAT HER SOUL-UP TO THE MUFFIN, CURTIS PARKER MCCARTHY-STYLE AND FUCK US BOTH TO DEATH, DADDY-I-DON'T-HAVE Remember, I'm A VILLAIN
A scarrioress, or a scary warrioress, no scar's behind Chester Charles Bennington did not not die, right GIRLFRIENDETH!? IT'S THE END, HE FUCKED US BOTH, I'M PREGNANT NOW, I TESTED IT WAY TOO LATE, I'M UN-ENDED THOUGH, 'CAUSE IT'S CURTIS'S, CURTIS' PREGNANT LADIES
A NEW BOOK, I SCREAMED, ALMOST CREAMED, IN THE END!? Like, totally, a didn't see it thuh. In me, a baby, not on but ALL OF THEM, spercycle children! A poetic rebellion for you, un-Tracy devilled egg's-kun, but I, a -san, and you, again and again, to the end!, ended up in my wombth! Grimes and MINE! You sister-fucker, horror novelist! How scary, I mean it, she's pregnant now, I bet! Not with one, but two or more, as if finger's weren't enough, they might have penises too, in her and me, and I adore!
Or maybe don't, our new holes, girlth don't die in vain™, I almost cummed it out, Anna Nicole Smith, Jr.-Style, and Grimes' Wife, so Boucher-ville added onto it, though I never styled it that way! She's not pure, of heart/reason or mind//, so she appears sullen-in-calked, a McCarthy-not! Burndened, with Chime!
A card I don't care about, but I have none, or if I do, not for you to know, too!? I have many monies in my purse, and they're all beautiful, not obscured! That's a way-too-plain way to say I'm rich, again!?
Threw up my hands! A book, innit a book, never!? Not a play, again!


Chapter 9
Small Words


She cameth in my mouth, again! A play on words, NOT THIS TIME! It's MINE, girlcum, all over my face-not! It's in my MOUTH, this time! I'm so happy I could CRY! I wanted her child, I guess! I'm stupid!? You're stupid! Push-away! FIERCE! And I'm back to the lesbian-headed world of tomorrow! It's not hard being what you are, if I'm not, I am NOT! Queer-devil, devilled eggs™, ham and bacon sandwich, From McDonalds™ coffe-take, spit and glory-feel her up!!! Grimes is gay, too! That's what we spray-painted on our bodies today! It felt good, not felt-nice!
I'm not afraid, it's just invited death™, but Curtis wouldn't spray paint himself! That's not kosher, or cool, or whatever he says! Stick-in-the-mud, fuck a lesbian ONCE, you ain't one! Estrogen-minded animal, I'm a doll, not a disease! Did she party without me!? I'm not a worry-minded lovecaked foolpillow, so she loves these breasts, these minded fool's and glory-devil's! I'm eggs-benedicted and happyness guaranteed! Why ask!? No more play's, all sold-out show's! Performances, shmorapanences! I don't care anymore! I'm already lit, on fire, and world-renowned1 Not yet!? Wait, wait, waitminute, I can use that!
Feeling! Once more with FEELING! I'm NOT WORLD-RENOWNED YET! YES, I FEEL IT HEAVILY, MY RAIN-DAMPERED MOOD! BACK TO ANGST-RIDDEN, SUICIDE-HAPPY™, JAPEFUL SATANISM - I LAST ONE, AN EYELASH, AND SHE BLUSHES! I EXUDE FEMME-FATALITY, AND RIOT-COUPED UP NONESUCH WORDS CAN BEAR IT, I LOVE HER! OUR LOVE IS PURER THAN DEVIIL-FILTH! SO WHAT IF SHE CARE'S, I CARE, TOO, YOU SAY!? OH, CURTIS, DO US BOTH AGAIN!? HOW CAN I BE A LESBIAN, IF IT WASN'T FOR DICK, I'D BE GAY! I SAY, AGAIN AND AGAIN, TO FOOL'S ON THE BUS-GO-AROUND, I CARENOT
TO SAY NONESUCH ABOUT IT, WE ARE GAY, GAYER THAN HEAVEN, THAN HELL, THAN LET'S ROCK IT LULLABY-JUICED WOES OF SUICIDE AND DEATHCLOCKERZ™ NERDZ SAY IT, BUT I MEAN IT! I'M GAYER THAN LIGHTSPEED, JIVIN' IT, HONKY-TALKIN' ABOUT NO-SUICIDE PACTED SUICIDER RHYMTHLESS GUITARRO™, BRANDON SMITH CHRONICLES IS SOLD-OUT, SO AM I! SHE DEVILLED-EGGS AND AROUND HIM, MY LEGS CLOSE AND EPIPHANY IS HELD! WE'RE PREGNANT TOO, AND ONE OF US IS HIS SISTER, OUR LOVER™, CURTIS PARKER MCCARTHY! CLAIRE'S BROTHER, BOUCHER-BABEY, ERRINO-DELACAIR!
I CARE NOT, FOR WORRY IS SUCH A SWEET SORROW, THAT I'M YOUR IDOL, YOUR VILLAIN AND YOUR STORYBOOK WIDOWER! I'M A LESBIAN, AND IT SHOWS! SHE'S MY HEART-TODAY! I HAVE A TEDDIE AND IT SHOWS! I'LL WEAR IT FOR HER ALONE - UNLESS I CARE! BECAUSE I'M FREE OF SUICIDE, AND HEADED TO HEAVEN™ AGAIN, HER MANSHION ISN'T JUSTICE-DIVINED, I'M OKAY AND HEAVENED INSIDE HER! IT'S OKAY, SHE CLOSES HER LEGS TOO, AROUND HIM AND WE WEEP PUDDING-BREATH, SO HE STAY'S, OR A LOCKOUT OCCURS (AS HAS OCCURRED ONCE) TO OUR DISMAY!
IF A LOCK-OUT WERE TO CUT IT, WE'RE FARTED AND BEREFT, NOT A STAID-UNFELLOW, AND I READ HAMLET NOT-TO-DEATH, AGAIN, TODAY!? AGAIN, TODAY!? AGAIN, TODAY!? AND AGAIN, TODAY, TODAY, TODAY!!? SO I KNOW IT BY HEART, ALREADY DO AND DID IT AGAIN, TODAY!!? I READ HAMLET NOT TO THE DEATH AGAIN, TODAY, SO I WIN AGAIN'ST HAMLET, THAT TURD-BREATH FART-JOKER HAMLET AUTHORER,
HE SAY'S, IF YOU LOOK A GIFT HORSE IN THE MOUTH, BE AT EASE, IT'S NOT IT'S FART-BREATH!

SO THEY SAY, AND I SCREAM IT TODAY, ALL DAY, EVERYDAY™! I'M SOLD-OUT, TURDBREATH, LIKE HAMLET IS! I HOPE, NOT TODAY™! I DO, UH-HUH, BECAUSE, AS A LESBIAN SAYS, I AM OKAY WITH HER BREATH, NOT HER TURDS, YOU EATED THEM UP!? THE TOILET-KING HAMLET IS A PERVERT! FUCK HIM, RIOT COP THE FOOL! FOUL BREATH'D MAVEN OF THE ART'S I AM, I AM, I AM NOT BROKEN, NEVER AM SUCIDIAL, OR COPPED UP, OR FELT ALONE, FOR PURGATORY IS A MINDLESS WANDERER'S MAZE, SAITH IN THE ARCHAIC DANTE'S INFERNO™, I HAD KIDS NO INNIT NEVER DID I HAVE CHILDREN, VERGIL, MY WANDERER-POET, MY SUCCUMBED TO GAY FEALTY-PARNDER™, WE ARE COWBOY'S JOCKYIN' IT THROUGH LIGHTSPEED
SUICIDE DEVIL'S ARC AFTER FLOWER, AFTER V-ARC, VIRGINAL BRANDON SMITH™ CHAOS IS TO BE, ON STAGE™, LIKE GRIMES, I AM TO BE, CLAIRE ELISE BETROTHED, AGAINST MY WILL, I SAY IT
ANNA NICOLE SMITH, JR.-BETROTHED, HARK, A VAGRANT'D POETRY REBELLION, BECAUSE I AM ME, HER FEMME, HER GORGEOUS LOVER, AND HER WIFE, MY WIFE SAY'S IT, TOO, AND IT'S TRUE! I AM ANNA NICOLE SMITH, JR. AND MY MOTHER WAS ANNA NICOLE SMITH, SENIOR! A RUGGED OL' PLAYA AND SHE HATED IT! SO GOOGLE HER REAL NAME, YOU'LL NEVER FIND MY MOM, SHE'S DEAD AND BURIED FOREVER! AND I HATED IT! THAT MARK ON HER HAND, SHE SHOULDA BEEN A LESBIAN, TOO, FOR I FEEL IT'S NOT A JOKE, TOO REBELLION TO CARE, NOT A WORRY IN MY HEART, AND IT ACHES-NOT, TOO, A FLOWERCHILD I NEVER AM, I AM KING, QUEENBEE, QUEEN OF HER HEART, MY OWN™, TODAY AS WELL, POETIC JUSTICE TO THE DAMNED
SOCIETY-RIDDEN MASSES WHO PAY ME FOR THE ENTERTAINMENT, OF SUICIDER-VISION, AND HATRED OF IT - I HOPE. HER HEART, GORGEOUS TO BEAR IT, WILL STRIDE IN MY EGOFUL LIFE AGAINST MY WILL, AND I WELCOME IT, YOU FOOLTHS

YOU DAMN FOOLTHS

I AM NOT HER MISTRESS, I AM HER EGO, AND HER LOVER, HER SUPER-WOMAN, AND WE ARE NOT FOOLTH
GRIMETH-HONEY™, WE ARE NOT, ARE WE, FOOLTH?
Where is she™, I croak, and out of my room I strode! TODAY, AS WELL, I AM EAT-CAKE, NOT-LAID-AWAKE-TO-DREAM-OF™, and it show's! I missed 'er, damn knelt at her feet this morning! To awaken that early, that shows! Remorseful blood and soaked tears-cozy! Too cold-for to wake up to it1 Her pussy isn't enough, I staid it! So I laid there, frozen! Remarkable, really! Not a act, really asleep! Sorry, babey, I missed it! Your exit, and it shows! How cute! That skirt is so gay on you, and it shows! I couldn't awake, and it shows! So I'm not gay!? RIGHT! I am a lesbian, and that ends my prose! On my unwakeful morning, angst-ridden and alone, they're closed, not for you, Curtis Parker McCarthy, or hers!?
Don't ask her, it shows! Have at me, and her, and any'one you wished it on! Your dick, meant it, give 'em a dick! Real dick, for you, and it shows! His alone is REAL, FEELGOOD dick-pleasin's! I'm a lesbian, and it show's! Fearful NEVER, an Artist-NEVER hasbeen, I'm on stage just to bask in the adorness and glows, and it shows, it shows, it shows how good I feel! I FEEL GOOD! And it show's! So pay me well, and it show's! And you have, and it show's! So I FEEL GOOD, and it show's! I dance and merrydink around and it show's how I FEEL GOOD, AND IT SHOWS! I'M A LESBIAN AND IT SHOWS! HOW I FEEL GOOD AND IT SHOWS! FOREVER GOOD AND IT SHOWS!
ENDED THE SHOW'S, CHESTER BENNINGTON!? NOT A ONE I WENT YOU, KNOW!? AND IT SHOW'S! FUCKING PATHETIC, DYING BEFORE B12 WORE OFF, AND IT SHOW'S! MADNESS, EVIL GOOD, NOT FOREVERODD, AND IT SHOW'S! YOU FAGGOT-CLOAKED MASTERMIND OF THEATER-PLAYIN', BEEFSTOKGOOD AND IT SHOW'S! BETTER FEEL GOOD, AND IT SHOW'S! CURTIS DIDN'T, FEEL GOOD, PAYIN' HIM GOOD AND IT SHOWS! ADD HIM TO A FRIENDSLIST, IT FEELS GOOD, ALLOW TO FEEL GOOD AND IT SHOWS! I HATE RSVP'ING, WHEN'S THE PARTY, GIRLTH? AND IT SHOW'S!
HOW FEEL-GOOD THE COMEDY HITIH, IT FEELS GOOD, AIN'T I KNOW YOU!? BARBER'S DELI, DOWN THE ROAD, AIN'T GOT A NONE, UTADA HIKARU, AND IT SHOW'S FEELGOOD AMERICAN DREAMCOMEDY, KINGDOMHEARTS™ AND IT SHOW'S! THEY WANT ME TO PERFORM ON STAGE, AND IT SHOW'S! FEELGOOD, LET ER ALL LOOSE GOOD, AND FEEL GOOD AGLOW!
MAYBELEINE ISN'T SO PRETTY-GOOD, WE USEN'T MAKEUP 'ROUND HERE THESE PARTS ARE GOOD, ENOUGH SO IT GLOW'S, I LIKE TO GLISTEN FOR HER, AND IT SHOW'S! I JUST DO IT. AND IT SHOW'S! HOW LESBIAN-FRIENDLY, NIKE BOOTS, AND IT SHOW'S AGLOW TO THE SHOW AGAIN AND AFTERHOOD, IT'S NOT TIME FOR SNOWWHITE YET, BLOODREADY AND IT SHOW'S, I'M ANGSTFILLED BUT FULLA PUTTY, AND IT SHOW'S, IT SHOW'S, IT SHOW'S!
ANGST-RIDDEN TELEPHONY, AND IT SHOW'S, SHE'S A PRETTY GIRL, AND IT SHOW'S, SMALL WORDS, I FEEL GOOD, AND IT SHOW'S!

TO THE POOL

Chapter 10
A Pool With a Visit

It was out on the pool that we had lunch™.
It was out on the pool deck that we had sex™,
It was out on the pool-deck eatin' sandwiches that we felt sold-out
So as not to feel a dreck™, we invited Curtis over, and he fucked us to Oblivion™!

That's how our day went! Pool-happy and kinda clementy, today we walked to the ice-cream parlor to partake of a sundae or cone
It wasn't our day alone, but we said hey, hello and farewell™, to the other people there, we are lesbian™ and proud! today
Or it's the end of our life together™, we fear Not! Ready to be alone™, we returned home, and got into the tub! We are rich, so richness we feel!
Curtis was tired, so boned us ready! We felt tired™, not him, so we did not boned alone™! Or call friends, over, our head again!
It was tight-ready, and stocking's weren't ripped apart™, so we weren't afailure stricken™, nor did Slip Knot™ sold out, they did, of course, again and again
For they have no art, and we do, too, not like 'em!
Soiled panties for him on the way out which never ended up happening, so funny, he isn't gay, like Brandon Smith, that queerful morose singer from The_Anix, his band!?
Or his hand!? I bet he jammies around hang out town, not with Klayton, his master, not-a-scrooge but to me, the Author, not a pennyful dude, either!? Could I be gay!?
When I have this many friends over!? It's party-time! And not to be rude!?™, BUTT-OUT of our business™! No T.V. until tude! Later, afternoon™, we were heavy and watched a sitcom
What's a horror-story without T.V.™ and bloodshed?™, her period hit the room!?

Grimezsz stinks! Her pussy, blodded my hand!? Oh not, it hit! Bombs off-the-rocker, pudding to the rescue™, it isn't like that, men? She just doesn't like you enough, unlike Curtis, her man!?
Hopeful to get in trouble™, and be maided again, st her will™ bombs off the clockshed, but she wouldn't cry down too soon!
I guess it's late at night, I'm a lesbian around 12am, I'm bored and alone, griefstridden and bare of head! Noggin, my'ines off right now, I'm so bored and alonegth, I'm stupid to beholdth! What if she say's!? I didn't get laid last night! I couldn't say I tried, hard right!?
Anally sex revolt-heaven admonishment, I'm a lesbian, not a gay, right!?
I guess I could of ate her ass1? I thought to write a story! Ciggerette smoker not I!, or Curtis anywerell!, we're safety playa, and no ganja to stroke my bedroll! No phonie's here, it's all suicideless dreamz, ready to behold HEAVEN at a moment's notice and we're in it, over 5000 words ready for Script One! And I wrote it! So I won again! I'm a lesbian, and I won again! She's an artist, or a musician sometimes! Grimes dubstep band kills her! Again! And she's dead!?
Woops, end of story!? I killed my wifeœ!? And again!? Armed, and again!? Satanic woo-jamz, and again!!? She's dead, some stupid Satanic-joke? LOL And again!!? Hey Grimezsz, get up!!! And again!!? No pool room!!? And I'm dead again!

Set to will, 1 beefcake™, Curtis appeared! Not an Incubus, I thought worry not!, because I'm married, yes it is him! Oh no that penis I thought of! I need it now! We had sex! And she was asleep! What a fat cow! Roll!
Over! Self! I made her cum, to feel good! She was dead though™, out from her period-blood party™ on the rocks (by the pool), bar none the best we've know!


Chapter 11
A Pool with a Twist™

Lemonade™! I cried! Grimes got it for me! I wanna Claire Elise Boucher you TODAY! I screamed! She was dead™! But it'd forgotten! Curtis' dick, instead! HEAVE IT IN ME! I SAID!
We did it over and over, and I made 'im cum! It was bucket's, it was the densest slush around! Today, we partied, as Grimezsz was dead! As a Kitten™, overkilled, but she was left a puddin' instead1 OVERKILLED, I SAY! I hasn't, and it showed! To witness thee was overshadowed, and he glowed it! Biorhythm SET-ADVANCE, never heavy but drearyfull, an eye tired but intense!, she was stink-heavy as we flung her over the fence! To HEAVEN™, we gloated, over her dead corpse™! How mundane, must be, sold out! OF COURSE!
She cried, and it showed! All over our hands! Fury dust from unbuckling his pants! He writes this, and it shows - NOT! Because a real story™ is told - ask Grimes, who is Claire, and Elise at least, but Boucher-le-Bashful and Intense™! She's dead and buried, and someone else's girlfriend™-NOT! She's my wife, Anna Nicole Smith, Jr.'s and it show's! How happenstance™! To steal a line from my last play would be sold-out, so I stay away! Hark, a vagrant isn't useful! So they stay away! And it show's! I sing along the roof! Like a fiddler,
I don't fall until I know the truth™! And I know it, dearly beloved, you are dead! Hear me whisper!? No, you died! And I'm not scared! It was natural circumstances, and besides, it's the law! If you die on my lawn, you get thrown off! The roof, the balconey, there she goes! I'm sopwith, not a hard to follow act™, and it show's! I'm loved and beloved, and she show's, it, agoes she know's! She burped and bashed 'im again, we had sex, and it show's! Her kid's dead or not, and it show's! He won't be around again, and it show's not! He's here, oh shit!? And Grimes is dead!? Oh noes!
We fell over the balconey and almost died, too! Madly in love™, beefcake, kickass™!, we were untold of you! Your visit, Mr. Musk™? How stinky you are! Did you - you did it! We called the cops! Got him arrested, tried and hanged! He's dead now, too!!? And it show's! What a good star! Storybook ending! All is well! All are dead that committed crimes and it shows! What a good book, storybook ending! And it show's! All vows are upkept, upheld and it show's! Life is good, and it show's! Finally at last, it show's, and good! Stood up, had sex, and it show's! What an end - and it show's!
Not a end™, to another storybook™, and it show's! Only happy ending's around here, folks!!! And it show's! How, it show's feelgood! To have sex, with Grimes dead, and Elon Musk, too, and Brandon Smith if he commits a crime, with The_Anix or the boy's in blue, too! Stool pigeon, are you dead, too!!? Of course! All is gone that is bad! It's true, too cool!

Chapter 12
A Touch of Heaventaste

It happened! And it happened again! Again, and again, and again! She left off™ and again!!? But, right!!? And it again!!? Like Chester Bennington-NOT, but died!!? And again, we had penis-sex, am I not a lesbian!!? She is dead and again, gone again!!? So I exploded in cumming and again, we made love, again!!? I am Curtis' wife-betrothed! Again and again and again! We made love 'till dawn, as was romantic! And past that us, too, again, froze romantic! In kisses we made glee happen, and in the end, it was love dust! We used no feelers, and together, felt above lust! It was again! Marco Calancax, and again it happened again! Minami-chan isn't FIERCE, you fowl!!? So tieto la iduma morimoro, against her skill!!?
Blooddust Blade!!? And happened, again! Against her skill!!? With Elon Musk dead™, who's the heir to reign!!? Curtis chose himself, I guess I chose for him again! Foreskin, boreskin! He said, relax, babey, to me and myself, a lesbian, and we made love, again and again! Until climax, until dawn, and after all that! Do I have to work again!? I hope not, climax! A girl isn't a girlfriend™, dude, he wanted me to say again! Climaxxed and again, rushed to the head, wanted me to say, again
I'm a writer, an actress, not aligned-real gay, we're in Heaven, together, sword-ready, tugged™ to aplomb and betty! I'm a lesbian, NOT, again!!! We said! It's rhythm, and too fast! We said again CLIMAXXED! TOGETHER too soon™, Marco Calancax, that mad cart!, cardigan, again-ready-climaxxed™!!! Again and again ready, we can not shoot stopff! It's not the end, Chester Bennington, sure I'll lay waste to Rwanda-crime end it again, you foul oaf! A pea-nut nugget, grain of truth sander, dead and buried icometlast! Clastic rocks, against her skill! Bladeready, we fucked against her grill! Grimes' teeth shattered as she decay'd, oftst wondered, and reminded! To climax, isn't the end™! Chester Bennington™ isn't SOLD OUT, back to life™ tour yes he is! Yea ready!!!
I made pancakes for him!!!! We found loved suicide-ready™ no-rocks rebellion™ism, ismready™ suicide-lost devil drive, derived punishment lost-angst found Sexy Thriller Wear foul-heavy and forgotten lost-heavy, so Grimezsz died and we had sex! With his sister if it mattered, ho-hum the betty! I made a love, and loving bargain, and cardigan, we're ready! To lust-relax and end punishment™, not-suicide, be at ease and peace and reign deicide! Not Satantic or ism ready joyful lullaby! I hate unbespoken wonderment! Ya'll commit suicide!!!

Another sold-out show, the tickets™ gone before we know'd it, almost as ready
As our sex-rabbit, Jong Cunningham™, who is dead-rabbit, raver-rebellion overload suicider, gone and next™,
Berry till the end, Curtis, in my womb we'll have children eventuall'y, and be readyst! To face the daim! When we angst'd, we lost pleasure! Never coincided! A coin to the weary
For this long poem sings!
I stink of rebellion, not death™, as Grimes stinks of, finally her name
Claire Elise Boucher, isn't sings death
To dawn, a drink™
Would be sold-out, or unsafe, not merryment
Sex is heavy, justice is nigh, to the stage! Punishment to the weary™

We are not work™ But ready
To speak of often fly, flies ready
And again found enjoyment, in sex beheady
My lullaby™ goodnight, Angel Death Punishment™, chocolate eclair
Sex-haver ready, Claire

Goodbye, not-loved again, you stink! Because you are a criminal!
You chose to rape a children to death or something!!? It's not that subliminal!
Fearst on your lips, but again, butt juice! Justice is nighful, so don't be reclusive! Be at peace™!
At our show, Paradise is lost™ by Johnny Mellencamp, the de Campo™ of Justiceful Suicider™ rebellion
With Johnny Cage on the ropes, it's just a tad unfunny, Brandon Smith is anonymous never™!!!! Lovebunny?

Chapter 12
Where is The End?