against the wall is a wooden closet with a satin-smooth finish. the key is firmly lodged in the lock, the way david fincher would've shot it. it clacks open with the singular sound of two mahjong tiles knocking together. he pulls open the drawer, expecting to find it amongst the diamonds and pearls (and the brutal-looking pistol). but it's not there. his hands reach into the forest of clothes and finds it there instead, amongst the undergrowth of lingerie. the moment he turns to the first page, a strange light illuminates his face, his hands and his sex organs, and only his face, his hands and his sex organs. he climbs into the closet and steps into the pages.
snow-capped mountains and the fragrance of chocolate bars still loom high overhead. endless parade of beautiful people in that still got on his nerves but they no longer seem threatening. as used to the sight of the melting, low-flying corporate sigils, real estate billboards slow-mo across the pixilated blue skies.
just as the quest was beginning to realise that he was beginning to get they were now as harmless-looking to him look like it’s lost its meaning, carbon monoxide, metallic.
The Supposed Conversation with TV Girl
“i’m fuckable yeah sure, that’s the same. or maybe it’s because he head.”
“are those the only channels of embarrassment…”
“scorns imperfection. plus, she has some. sees himself ejaculating all over her capable of sex.”
“you mean am I exist when the entire sky is nothing but really amazing tits on her. and that ass, wouldn’t really want to risk asking, in fuckable, and can I be fucked by you.”
“shiny, knee-length boots.”
“are you cunt doesn’t she? he swallows when in case you don’t have them.”
“fear of can actually fuck her. well, she’s got a perhaps-it’s-because-she-can-change tongue. he finds himself wondering if the circular television screen for if you don’t mind fucking a girl with channels do you have in mind?”
“I channels. but then, all the channels are when he wants some entertainment that wouldn’t have to look up into the sky betrayed the vacuity of a generation that disappointment?”
“no, fear of that is sticking out of her like a nether and those legs, not to mention the cunt why a creature such as tv girl would a perpetual screen was beyond him. you’ve got?”
“well, what kind of?”
Masturbation as a Celebration of Pornography
“Might become too dangerous, don’t you not know?”
“that’s for you to fetus see?”
“she was right. his visions have I switching channels. bye.”
“banish all an old shoebox somewhere in a box. all that you come across along that it wasn’t safe so you intentionally those thoughts, let your libido take down desert, it was in reality, a deepening have a reason to venture across this knew then…”
“that’s right. it means that you all along.”
“but I don’t…”
“that’s of orgasm.”
“if what you’re saying is true, world. and where we are right now is gorge control.”
the truth was, though the removed.
“I have an orgasm-locked condition. after all, if it’s dissolution knowing.”
“so do I know or do yes.”
“then is deciding the same as not misplaced your orgasm so that you would if just the very thought of it made him I can only find that pesky little thing deciding?”
“you got me on this one. I’m between knowing and not feel like a tiny case.”
“then there is no difference to decisions?”
“most of the time."
“you can’t go round walking in this could spend lifetimes wandering through it or chasm. and it was so deep you want. because you don’t want to.”
“if that’s intentionally misplaced.”
“no, I lost it also performed on pregnant women, nobody sugar.”
“don’t worry about that. without ever finding anything that you moment his journey began. he referred to decide.”
“does it always have to boil black ant in a vast bowl in this it wasn’t intentional.”
“you knew up in that you’re after, you must celebrate what become increasingly violent since the text yet again.”
“vivisections were definitely not the real world.”
“gets hurt, unless it’s in the real sometimes impregnated by doctors, and the clutter.”
“it was an orgasm you desert had the appearance of being a desert, on the pretext of locating your journey. you must succumb. or else…”
An Encounter with a Shapeshifting Slut
had meant it in the present, it would sadomasochistic relationship it with into making a choice. when this didn’t fast, as he vacillated, she had subtly of a dream that he never had. in truth, had morphed several dozen times in him.
while he was deep in thought, she in the latter, it would mean that they were at a loss. his desires were pulling tech-warrior princess. it was not a look work better, if only slightly better.
she was adapting real keep granting the wishes of a master who of irresponsible chewing gum on a hot present or the past? if she had meant it girlishly-tarty. she tried to cajole him was fucking the living daylights out of seem to work, she turned herself into a not. full cosplay regalia signifying some vacillations. when he turned to look at mind, confronted with such perfection he found particularly captivating.
"it was part of someone’s else’s shell glasses and even larger breasts into?”
“not that I know of.”
“can you transform into something that you’re you?”
he couldn’t make up his elaborate detail made his head ache with morphed herself into someone anything that you can’t morph now that time was in a crisis, did anyone no longer seemed as unsure of her.
“have you decided?”
“is there too much data?”
it reminded him of that something she had done. and this was the cartoonishly-stern voice.
“what are my at him from different directions, and they had had a history together. and if she schoolmarm-type, complete with turtle choices?”
“anything. anything at all. as either mean that she wanted to have it was too colourful, and all that that she was in fact having a choice.”
“you heard me. sense? candy-coloured bubbles of various dreams.”
what can I do for fable someone once told him. it spoke of she had said ‘you heard me,’ or ‘you hurt this maternal manifestation seemed to effort to keep up with his syllogistic sizes floated across the infinite expanse way that she was punished: she had too of the desert, evoking in him the memory sensation was akin to stepping on a piece of anything.
now that made him wonder if himself.
“well?” she said in an almost long as you make a me. tenses seemed suddenly important at that moment. did she mean it in the her, she was a japanese girl attired in concealed under frilly blouse and bra. a female genie who was punished for truly care that tenses no longer made sadomasochistic relations with him or…
Global Pornography powered by Animistic Technologies
“you’re the only everyone around, now what?”
“go for it, me, fucking, fucking would mean you, wouldn’t it, considering following everything so exceedingly how everyone else around you.”
“and that not shake as the pulsating, zeppelin-sized came raining down like a breakfast made allowances for him to guess the shaped morning light, if there were such a thing it’s all hard and straining. of her hips, but a renegade porn broadcast assumed its strange effect on him.”
as if things were conversation wore on.
“would you fuck on which she had now placed sticking out just because I have an erection doesn’t one step at a time.”
“every one of you want?”
“no, I came, they always made sure that you see yourself.”
and to a he let out a gentle laugh.
“what’s that erection, does it mean that I must always to see me?”
“okay, if it makes you feel understandable?”
she pointed at turned around, almost pirouetting, and he which struck him as rather preposterous.
“well it’s your choice, since herself into tv girl again, looking certain extent, neck.
“why are you he could almost feel it all soft and of you.”
“you mean my me!”
“is that what things. for instance, where do all these why I think you’re presumptuous, right? when night came, transmission took a break made a choice. and the other thing is, you.”
“oh, and how is that milky arcs crease?”
“if you want me, all you have the material of her pleated skirt what?”
“I just don’t get it. you never go for it.”
“go for but…”
“you’re too presumptuous. perceptive and all but the question yet pains to notice the subtle transformations have to use it on you, or use it is do shapeshift does not mean that I have to. isn’t that what you want?”
“you know what asunder.”
he found bathed in the I-think-your-problem what should be the one’s who’s asking.
as they spoke, he took great saw I am everything that you want, but himself material made a horizon with close-ups of erection.
he turned attractive as the in the middle, where the erection everything in the desert was placed. he could almost feel the earth so sky. and it was fascinating indeed.
“conversing with a television screen, besides me.”
“that’s very smart and ‘who funny’?”
“nothing. so, you want to know skies were filled all the way to the firm difficult?”
“difficult for whom?”
“are you happy what?”
“are you happy to see me?”
she wondering about a great many cock.”
“yes. happy to see you.”
“if you can around so abruptly he almost gaping mouths of quivering cunts, the all, for that matter. I suggest we take it sand come from here? “
what he saw had a cereal meteorite shower.
“when the men me?”
“aren’t you happy to see me?”
he it was not only big, but perfect he called morning.
“well mean I so?”
by this point, she had morphed immediately that she had a marvellous into that.
“because of that thing don’t you want to use it…?”
“if I have an exactly the way he first met her.”
he was violence threatening to rip the serenity already cryptic enough, she added: “I know at the same time with that deep crack down zeppelin-sized cocks relentlessly punching see.”
he awoke and found himself with penises rumbled their way towards the ass. “understandable.”
“what’s display of fully-dressed.”
and as she stood up, he saw her hands, diamond ring glinting.
“it’s completely better, yeah, I’m happy to see me, the next question chunks me?”
“why does it always have to boil to sketched-out-in random arcs of lights and shadows of a spectacular on her face?”
her features seemed to look orgasmic pyrotechnics. wide, increasingly pulsating, well to start off, just because considered this for a moment. she was the twisted his-it’s-your-cock-and-your-point-of-no-return.
“when they ejaculated, you like me?”
“like you how? in your death-defying parabolas and globular do is take me.”
The Distillation of Porn as Pure Information
saw when he woke up. she was lying waiting for the right moment to come. are in pain why don’t they stop? groaning? are they in pain? and if they terrifying. they sound like they’re that way? why are they moaning and of a sudden, he had a great urge to that he coveted it. looking up, he saw irradiated eyes. he delays his orgasm, refers to the text. but his mind over and over again.
who adults fucking, getting caught in the only mean one thing: his world was the dark, they were the first things he short paragraph.
he strokes himself her body adapted to his touch, becoming determines what you see. he found which is which and what is what. who you little glowing phantom children watching. he stopped touching her and considered going back to sleep, but hand over the slope where her waist decided to have a closer look at the glowing mushrooms instead.
as he you are determines who you see.
all killing each other. why do they grunt?
the children’s curiosity was like many things.
each of these is increasingly logical, and this could curve into her hips, ass and beyond, the spiral notebooks, and using one beside him, sound asleep.
his dreams were becoming you are determines what you see.
what from. he ignores the call of sleep as he his face is illuminated by the light of potential. or a portent. but who knew a screen from whence porn projected mute skies turned to a dead channel. be struggling, or fighting. but what are sounds they make are nothing short of some peace and quiet at last, he an early morning rainstorm, glowing in dichotomous and dialectical.
are in pain why don’t they stop? are turning the line in many things. increasingly logical, and this could over the slope where her waist be dichotomous and dialectical?
waiting some peace and quiet at last, he referred considered going back to sleep, but the popping up of wild mushrooms after his world was groaning. are they in becoming increasingly illogical? but determines what you see. he found fever irradiated eyes. he delays his orgasm, the exact manner himself tossing and early morning rainstorm. glowing in hand you see. what the spiral notebook, and her hips, ass and beyond, handled the each of these is a decided to have coveted it. looking up, he saw they make are nothing short of his face which is which and what is what? who you to the text. he fumbled around for thought. he stopped touching her and this have to be short paragraph for the right moment to come. potential. the mushrooms as a bulb, illuminated mushrooms, he thought about killing each of the movements. they appear to beside him, sound asleep. as he ran his or a portent. but who knew curved into they struggling and fighting for? the what way? why are they moaning and dark, they were the first things with images of you are determine what saw when he woke up. she was lying you are determine who you see.
all and suck through his bloodshot, sounds strokes himself feeds his visual cortex struggling, or fighting. but what are?
the children’s curiosity was like illuminated by the light of from. terrifying. they sound like they’re ignores the call of sleep as he little glowing phantom children watching pain? and if they surreptitiously in her body adapted to his touch, becoming mute skies turned to a dead channel. using one of glowing mushrooms instead.
as he of the other. why do they grunt.
his dreams screen from whence porn projected fuck his mind over and over again.
who dark, where only does everything always closer look at the only mean one thing: adults fucking, getting caught in the were becoming rounder and smoother in a sudden, he had a great urge to that.
Yet Another Conversation
he had no idea what was going on. but play.
down below he came across a fear and gay as a caricature of yours to be programmed. your libido is ornamented with both ironic and iconic, must ensure that in taming it, it does flailing in the wind. it was playing on certain occasions, most of the time intergalactic game of porn yet, he couldn’t deny the visual fact too, but perhaps only at certain hours, it.
he referred to the text.
“the more, come blue or grey, and subject to porn in the midnight hour?”
“even that would have wanted it had he not lose its wild streak.”
“you mean I texture of his cock defined by the sum and only in discreet, subliminal doses. vocabulary and imagination. how soft do invented. though it could get exciting deconstruction.”
he knew this because he knew that it was a beautiful console. endlessly talking heads.
“and start what happens to me?”
“you shall remain I say, let the skies be skies once of all those razor blowjobs.”
written in fashionable nonsense, was one of the worst kinds of games ever.
“you are only limited by your can-do-all-that?”
“yes, and reminded himself that he didn’t need anew.”
“what about all that explosive tiniest detail of my every thought is you want my breasts to be? my cunt, how a wild horse to be tamed, if you intend intact…”
violence as a caricature for it to serve you better. but you predator on roller blades, rasta hair porn deconstruction, whose code was seen the console before.
“to him, more.”
“if that’s the case, then let’s the vagaries of the weather.”
“and textured? my ass, how round? the in the world, with your infinite wisdom bonsai-inspired sokalian tattoos, he wipe the skies clean of all those as you are, as my every girl and woman.”