McFings's Things: More storys that Should stop you

Eroto-biography phase one: the painting years

bloody paintings for vain wanton flesh

• 1 huge and bilbous , a high school existance on nothing , pure hate. Those grinning freckles. she is my eyes.

• 2 flogging pencils to torcher chambers , nobody swiftly avoided toe cheese.
• 3 wild abandon
• 4 scuba gear , photographs , more food and lung objections.

2 Tempora paint and Hallucinogens

• 5 big party bon fibre.
• 6 brains squirt out of penis in powerfull orgasm , dead on arrival.
• 7 hates guns , licks the earth , stake aftertaste.
• 8 forms black circle and cops harass me.

3 1991 Imp-lick-cations

• 1 hungry hollow eyed , the moon is a fossil.
• 2 radio talk show , I didn't host it.
• 3 cruel television , I drove a wooden stake threw it's heart.
• 4 two cashiers wave to me , lips pouting , one wears tight jeans , the other is a half human hand grenade.

Music of the Damned

Everything was slowly dieing out. Thats good. Good is bad. Bad is good. Now we are dieing. That bitter rain sweats from the sky. Music of the damned

No more gender neutral porn

Telly Svatmo walked down the street hurridly , rain was on the way. He lit a dagga ciggerette, mixed with spearmint and catnip. The paper for the ciggy was a thick brown own dipped in cinnamon oil, and sprinkled with clove powder, a very danamic tasteing smoke. He was not looking forward to arriveing where he was going, but didn't want to get that dirty poluted rain on him either, that stuff can stain your skin for days.