Thread: Crawfish

A lingering eyelash, testing the eyeball. Oh it rolled around, looking for reason, and random fathoms, drifting like such dust in the wind. Death was waiting, skull, like, lunch, and random tounges did taste the errors.

My God, said the worm. Looking into the deaf sky, watching, as the dead celebrated a victory, over yours, dead, diesing. Oh, she said, little mouth a tiny little 0. Oh she says, as the rain fell on her, and the dead canines, they sang in bloody little mouths, gaping, looking, for you.

Finger in the pie, oh such a sight. Lingering sighs, the apple, the crust, the smilling teeth, tasting the pie... Oh, my she said, looking into the lingering pan, black as night, starlight chips in the metal.

Bright sky, a laughing sun. The light played with her skillet, telling her of meals, to come.

Oh such tales to even see it is to be it. Little red flakes of bloody anus drift down. Ellis and Nick smile at nothing, lookign like lost kids in Disney. Oh, said Coach, reaching down, touching Rochelles anus, with the tip of his cock. The dark dark seas, swallowed pride, and sighed.

Ooooooo, she sighed. Such hights of joy. Little left for the drooling dead, eating rock, and licking the watery, bloody, trickle, from above.

Like a figure, eight, they left their standings, and reached for what was, again, and again. Finding out what they left for dead. The joke, and penguin often laughs into the misty fathoms of ice caps, snowy cold, the planet is covered in white.

My God, whispers the skull of Ellis, looking into the eyes of a 8ft penguin.

Lets say the sky said "hi!' And the witch was wondering around the perimeter of the foundations, of the sun. Okay cornia, said the witch, wondering around the fence, locking down the foundations, with barbwire sparkles, like joyess death, laughing as its entrails masturebate among themselves. Squishy like a mouth full of worms, wriggling around, and the mind said high, as the mummy, the deaths head, planet earth, read the lingering flashing dooms of dieing stars, a million light years away.

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Nicks left eye poped out of socket, its veiw was distorted after he shot himself in the head. It saw... CRAWFISH, mouths grasping all veiws, just that, a crawfish, mouth, eating his eyes, and into his skull, into, his brains. He shot himself, and in all his fantasies, he saw life, and death again and again. As the crawfish ate the hanging eye, ruptured from the dieing O of the face, that was Nicky, the card player, cards still looking around, dreaming of clubs, and aces, and jokers of wilde.

So it was all a dream, the twitching whiskers of the Crawfish tickle the nose of Nick. A little lick, like boney little arms, mouth parts in all, clawing away the last of Nicks hanging eye, looking, loving, talking to it. Till the last grasping claws, and bug eyes drolls, mouth spit, puckering up in the tear ducts. And eggs like fantasy born to an undead mom, the man. Little eye, blinked, amazingly for the last time, such tales they shared, Nick and the Crawfish. :cc:

._.' I worry about many things, but this just dwarfed them all.
Im just glad I never liked the L4d2 cast so some of this was... amusing?

Current mental state: Mindfu*ked