a shower of foul dirt and unconsecrated images

Years and years have gone by as i pleasure myself to a lonely rhythm of unconsecrated disgust. I touch myself to an oddly schedule. Every urge i get i rush to my bathroom to fill the tub. For one day i can bath in the dead. Stains of ejaculation puddles cover the thin floor with a odd scene of filth. The jizz matches the porcelain, leaving no distinctive color. Waves of milky semen splash as i stomp into the room. Excitement fills my eyes, like a convict leaves prison. The act of swimming with my dead babies will come to life. I heave my body in mid-air and hover for a mid second. Time has stood still, just for me to enjoy, and remember. All of this hard, and dedicated secretions finally have paid off. My lifeless body slams into the tub. Finally I am submerged in the dead........alone in my loneliness

two in the pink, one in the stink



two in the mud pie, one in the brown eye



two in the gush, one in the tush



two in the curtain, one for the hurting

two for the friend, one for the end

two in cunt, and in the grunt

two in pron, one for the corn

two for the infected yeast, one for the digested yeast

two in the sock, one for the shock

The shocker....... nothing to play around with. use with caution.