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 | chemicalmarriage Imagine yourself suspended by the phallus from the decaying arm of an ancient oak atop a volcanic uterus somewhere deep inside the rancid vagina of a haggard crone. You are surrounded by horrifically revolting Golem-esque organisms that are oddly reminiscent of a leprosy victims scrotum tightly wrapped around a dank ass heap of urine yellow turkey bones. As you observe these filthy sphincter rejects vomit into each others mouths you realize that you are soon to become a part of some sick and twisted crack head forest ritual in sacrifice to the God of Vaginal Blood Feltch Mountain. As you are slowly lowered into the center of this pack of convulsing rectal snakes, you catch a momentary glimpse into the third brown eye of Vaginal Blood Feltch Mountain's God. Half deer, half wolf, and half cheetah walrus or something, this great blue god sits cross legged atop its festering crone vulva volcano while intently torching some holy rock out of its divine crack pipe. Its throbbing veiny antler, heavily adorned with cold sores and shmagma, is purposely poised and ready to disembowel you as you helplessly flail in the air by your steadily elongate and tearing genitalia. In a fit of panic you grab your handy hunting knife and cut yourself free of your manhood in one quick clean slicing motion. Now a eunuch, you cascade into the slobbering vomit drenched puddle of diseased scrotum flesh below. The revolting creatures gum at a your inner thighs and try to subdue you, but you are able to backstroke your way out of the mound of pubic putty and scramble down the face of Vaginal Blood Fart Mountain safely. As you rip through foliage and claw your way out of the surrounding forest to safety, you hear the holy crack deity let out a piercing cry that can only be described as the sound of a thousand robotic orcs gargling vaginal blood in the back of their throats. Free at last you take a moment to cauterize your gaping groin hole before continuing your long journey home to the land of tolerable music. Unfortunately, you are famished, you will not make it home unless you ingest something soon. Mistaking a pile of zoomers flourishing on a large mixed pile of human excrement and entrails for some harmless white mushrooms, you ingest a feces and intestine covered handful and carry on. Not long hereafter, the valley begins to bend and distort. Just before you are about to peak and have some nice harmless psychedelic fun a crack head bear rips out of the woods and sodomizes you in the skull until you die.
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 | PotsyTater add me again i declined cuz didn't know who u were
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 | andcas also check out a brighter life - move on
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| andcas http://lateintheplayoffs.bandcamp.com/
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