Enuma Elish

 

Marduk Says

Where do you want to go?

What future will the summer bring?

How do You Want Your Story

To Wind to Its Close.

If you could travel on a carriage, wheels inside of wheels

Which Future would you visit, which path would you honestly take…(or)

HOW TO CLOSE THE BOOK.

It’s an Interesting Question.

Your Own Personal Apocalypse…

Plague, Famine, War, Natural Disaster

Cosmic Death *ASTEROID IS MORE THAN VIDEO GAME!)

Gamma Radiation is Soaking the planet, shits going to start swinging soon

And I’m not talking Marvel Comic books

I’m Talking DICK

Serious Big GOD DICK

And that’s not a pissing contest any of us want to stand under

Or Partake of.

Rulers Will be Measured and Charts will be Drawn

But Your All going to Lose in the End.

That’s what the Redemption of the Universe is all About.

Salvation can’t be had without the loss, even if it’s just


Preconceived notions and childishness

(the sound of the child hatching)

Either way.

It’s An Interesting Time to Be Alive.

You have Red Rust eating Up Africa/India

And Draught in China (Yay Famine)

You’ve got Immanent Sovereign Default


That will start a domino affect that’s

Probably going to Trumble down the

Entire world, leaving currency meaningless.

Race Baiting at Home (Civic Unrest)

Military Hostilities with Russia

(Economic Hostilities with China)

And Planes Flying in the Sky

Spraying Geo-Engineering Super Science

Over everyone’s Heads which was Tested

 in Ukraine last year as a means of

Viral Warfare (Very Successfully)||
[They got the Plague Back]
[And not the Fake History Channel Kind]


Conflicted with the most Immuno

Compromised Population Since the

1300’s (THE BLACK PLAGUE)

and what we’ve got here is a Choose

Your Own Adventure Book of Intrigue.

SO

How Do You Want the World to End?

We’ve got a Whole Summer to Enjoy People!

AND THEN IT’S ON INTO THE LAST YEAR

EVARZ?! Maybe Something like that.

It Took Fleas riding on Rats brought by Asian

Merchants fleeing Semi Russian Chinese Bastards

To Create the Last Apocalypse….

“They died by the hundreds, both day and night, and all were thrown in … ditches and covered with earth. And as soon as those ditches were filled, more were dug. And I, Agnolo di Tura … buried my five children with my own hands … And so many died that all believed it was the end of the world. “

—The Plague in Siena: An Italian Chronicle 1300’s

 

I’m hoping For Aliens
(Multi-Dimensional Demons) and Babylonian Gods This Time Around

(Yeah, thats pretty standard I guess) Same Old SSDD

And Also Super Powers.

What’s Your Take of This Cheese?

There’s Never Gonna be a Decade Like This.
Evar.agun.

prbly.

“The Coming One” Bootes Acturus



What business Does a (Sickle? Club? Scyth? REAPING) star have shooting

GAMMA RADIATION at earth? asks NASA

http://www.nasa.gov/home/hqnews/2008/sep/HQ_08-223_Swift_Gamma_Ray_burst.html

“Naked-Eye” Gamma-Ray Burst Was Aimed Squarely At Earth.

I don’t know if any of you saw the Visible Super Nova that shattered the Heavens

Last Week but it was a Mighty Bright Star.

Astrologically that star was Part of BOOTES ACTURUS

“The Coming One”, The Reaper / The Driver of The Bulls

(Also Rumored to Predict The Second Coming OF Christ)

Either wayz it’s heavy Interesting…

Maybe Some of You Weren’t Aware you were getting PELTED

With GAMMA RADIATION from a Star in a Sickle

Shaped Constellation (REAPING)

But if you closed your eyes in a dark room, Some of you Might have Picked up Pinging Colors

Ectera as Gamma Radiation Shot Through Your Brain and Retina’s.

Make Note that this BURST OF GAMMA RADIATION

Was SPECIFICALLY TARGETED AT EARTH

The Star Freaking Exploded

AND SHOT

ALL IT’S GAMMA RADIATION

At Us…

And It was BEAUTIFUL.

You Could See it Bright at Night with Your Naked Eye.

And ALL of That Light

Was Just For You.

Goldmen Sachs? On Trial?

This should be a lesson to all those young, aggressive, upwardly mobile Wall Street wannabes who think they are somehow going to fast track their way into the stratosphere of high finance. 

Sorry, kids!  There’s no room left at the top, and soon you’re going to see even those old money families tearing each other apart for what’s left of a collapsing fiat money system that has just about run its course.

I submit to you the unfortunate tale of Goldman Sachs’ naïve boy protégé, Fabrice Tourre, the so-called ‘Fabulous Fab’ who is alleged to be the mastermind behind a scheme to sell toxic mortgage investments that were deliberately designed to fail in the US housing market crash.

Fabrice Tourre, 31, is the classic patsy and the kind of villain the American people love to hate.  He’s foreign (French), flamboyant, young, rich and shrewd.  He  was only 22 and fresh out of college when he started working for Goldman Sachs in 2001.  Just five years into his employment, he found himself at the center of a scheme devised by one of the world’s richest billionaires, hedge fund manager John Paulson. 

Paulson had presented a roster of sub-prime mortgage deals that he was betting would fail in the housing market.  He paid Goldman Sachs $15 million to find clients that would bet the other way.  The scheme was packaged into what has come to be known as an ‘Abacus Deal’. 

Tourre is alledged to have taken this portfolio to potential investors and sell them as favorable risks while hiding the fact that he was working with Paulson, who was betting against them. 

To help with pitching these toxic investments, they employed the services of ACA Capital Holdings, Inc. and convinced them that Paulson was actually investing in these mortgages.  Tourre and Paulson then used ACA’s endorsement of the mortgages as a credible and sound investment.  Everything went as planned and Paulson cashed in on a cool $1 billion while the Goldman Sachs investors took it in the shorts.

Now the SEC has been called in to restore their tarnished image with the public by bringing suit against the investment giant and taking aim, in particular, at the novice Tourre.  So far, the SEC has conducted five interviews including one with the now notorious ‘Fabulous Fab’.  They have not elected to interview any one of the top Goldman Sachs executives, including  Tourre’s manager Jonathan Egol.  They’ve also apparently found no need to trouble Mr. Paulson with any of their inquiries.  Goes to show you that only the little minnows get swallowed up in the cesspool of Wall Street.

Tourre is said to have been well liked and popular at Goldman Sachs.  He is known for his impeccable charm and biting sense of humor.  Up through and including 2008, he has reportedly been pulling in over $2 million a year.  He has since moved to an office on Fleet street in London and has been “living it up” and throwing loud, lavish parties out of his luxurious bachealor flat.  Apparently, Tourre has been laying low and ducking media interviews.  But you can bet that the boys at Sachs have already sent their best attorneys to drape an arm around his back and rub his shoulders.  You can probably imagine the scene:  The poor kid (boo hoo) is probably cradling his face in his hands and shaking his head as the Sachs lawyers whisper in his ear that everything is going to be O.K.  “Just keep quiet” they’re telling him—“We’ll do all the talking.  You’re probably going to have to take the fall on this one, but we’ll do everything within our power to make sure you’re well taken care of when this thing blows over.” 

Meanwhile, back in the States, his bosses are laying the groundwork for pinning all of the blame on this minor player.  The most recent statement by Goldman Sachs CEO Lloyd Blankfein should convince you of that.  In response to the allegations of misconduct, Blankfein told his employees Sunday “I will repeat what you have heard me say many times in the past: Goldman Sachs has never condoned and would never condone inappropriate activity by any of our people. On the contrary, we would be the first to condemn it and take immediate and appropriate action. Our responsibility as a financial intermediary requires it and our commitment to integrity and the firm’s business principles demand it.”

If that doesn’t convince you that Goldman Sachs is setting this kid up to take the fall, I don’t know what will.  So you see what I mean when I say he’s the perfect “patsy”.  This kid has been served up for American consumption.  Your average “Sarah Palin-Tea Party” Republican, pissed off about the Wall Street bail-outs, will unwittingly accept this burnt offering as Goldman Sachs’ sacrificial lamb and will be just enough of a token gesture for the fence-sitting Democrats to come back around to Obama when he brings the whip down on this poor, hapless dupe. 

The American people are a predictable bunch.  As long as you frame everything in the context of a Hollywood script you could have them believing just about anything.  It reminds me of the Neo-con (Jerry Bruckheimer) produced film Enemy of the State where rouge elements in the NSA cover up the killing of a US Congressman.  In the end, the integrity of the NSA is upheld as we see the young agents held to answer for their crimes by our heroic government.  You’re bound to see that same scenario unfold here.  Goldman Sachs will throw this kid under the bus and claim that they were duped right along with the rest of their investors.  Goldman Sachs will let this play out in a long, drawn-out court battle until it is all but forgotten in the American public’s mind.  They’ll end up paying a fine, that sounds like a lot of money to most people, but in reality amounts to nothing more than a slap on the wrist.  As for Tourre?  Well, he’ll be flushed down the memory hole of oblivion after a royal screwing in the press as the rouge villain who besmerched the good name of Goldman Sachs.  

But the more enlightened of us will know the real truth.  It was Tourre’s superiors who really engineered this debacle.  Anyone with half a brain knows that a novice like Tourre would never be left unattended to make deals with heavy hitters like John Paulson.  Schemes of this magnitude don’t go forward without first being signed off by the guys upstairs.  On Monday, the New York Times cited eight confidential sources who made this point clear.  The article stated that:    “According to interviews with eight former Goldman employees, senior bank executives played a pivotal role in overseeing the mortgage unit just as the housing market began to go south. These people spoke on the condition that they not be named so as not to jeopardize business relationships or to anger executives at Goldman, viewed as the most powerful bank on Wall Street.    According to these people, executives up to and including Lloyd C. Blankfein, the chairman and chief executive, took an active role in overseeing the mortgage unit. It was Goldman’s top leadership, these people say, that ended the dispute on the mortgage desk by siding with those who, like Tourre and Egol, believed home prices would decline…By early 2007, Goldman’s mortgage unit had become a hive of intense activity. In addition to Blankfein, Gary D. Cohn, Goldman’s president, and David A. Viniar, the chief financial officer, visited the mortgage unit frequently.”

This whole scandal couldn’t come at a better time for Goldman Sachs’ choice for President, Barrack Obama.  He and the Democratic Party are reeling from public outcry against his sell out to the health insurance industry and the never ending bail-outs to their friends on Wall Street.  This fiasco will help push through a regulatory bill that will actually concentrate more power to the FED (Goldman Sachs Alumni) and will only serve to make smaller firms vulnerable to absorption by the likes of Goldman Sachs and other giants.  Obama will shake his fist, yell at Republicans who come to Wall Street’s defence, and come out looking like a maverick who took on those nasty ‘special interests’ that he loves to claim he’s a crusader against.

This is also an opportunity for the SEC to come out looking tough after their disgraceful conduct in the Bernie Madoff affair.  Taking on Goldman Sachs will be a great boost to their image.  But that could only happen under unusual circumstances like these.  Right now, Goldman Sachs actually wants to be made to look like they’re no different from anybody else.  They need to convince the American people that they are just as vulnerable and subject to public scrutiny as any other legitimate business.  In other words, Goldman Sachs has given the SEC permission to take them on.  Otherwise, the SEC would be just as ineffective and bias as they have always been.   

The SEC is actually a public relations device for the FED.  They go after the little guys to look like they’re doing something while turning a blind eye to the big investment firms that their agents hope to someday work for. 

Never was this more apparent than during the Madoff scandal.  Madoff whistleblower Harry Markopolos repeatedly warned the Securities and Exchange Commission that Madoff was perpetrating a massive investment fraud and said that  the SEC is inept, “financially illiterate” and far too cozy with the financial titans it is supposed to be regulating.  Markopolos said “The SEC is also captive to the industry it regulates and it is afraid of bringing big cases against the largest most powerful firms.  Cleary the SEC was afraid of Mr. Madoff.”  It was also reported that agents who were dispatched to interview Madoff were so enamored with his lavish offices and lifestyle that they were tripping over themselves trying to get their resumes onto his desk.  Such is the true reality of the SEC.  

This is not to say that the bright and rosy future of Goldman Sachs is etched in solid granite.  As the fractional reserve system of banking starts to collapse, we are bound to see the connoisseurs of fine dining resort to cannibalistic practices as they scramble to loot and plunder what’s left of the American economy.  Bon Appétit.

After Me comes the Flood


 

Fry Judas, Fry.

And Potatoes salting Christ,

Going Sly warped perhapsy,

Like Santa Claus bombing Nixon into cherry glass.

so dull and wet (all red cheer

and sweet tongue knotted stem) Crowned

King of)hear( yell(the godless

And yet so quiet  & so dumb it thinks bullets are thunder.

The flying hedgehogs, all prickles

And slow–sweet singing touch, of quick retraction.

Which) hungers(hungers)hungers

To haul the white reflection down

Past [past]…To bleed, and to that which fingers dream;

Except that being, my spider fingers, who only wish to crawl

[Along your back], (and maybe tangle your hair

Into a web of fuck) [and fry our bacon in the heat of between.]

Slick bubbling-fat Glazing the Window of [WHAT] Good Hurting;

What Solace,

Waving and crutchless! Rising organ of such good Rubbing

[AND THEN{comes the choir{},

Just God

Waking up inside you to Howl

(And I)
 Catch him with my tongue|} as he flies steam out your ear)

Locked forever in warm glass beads, going, wet down your Neck

And never more will prayers

Ever be answered.


Bounceless Serenity into Rubbery Somewhat



I wait for the cookie, I snap my teeth—

-THE ND)


In the Public Swirl of Big-Faded Hats

 

 

If you Buy Me a Glass

I’ll Tell you A Pony, Crass.

Le Bubbled,

For the Short and Start.

But No Denying, Princess,

Please Blip on the Silver Shoes, Slip.

Via and Connected to Me

R. S. V. P.

Send Back the Dart Game Cinderella,

For Sadly to Worse is Better For Wiser

And Prizier!

As in Calamity

The End Of the Wait

For the Shuttle Bus Comes;

And We’re Off to Dog, To Feel

As Employees Scribble Mistaken, Miracle

Yeah …What a Dreadful Odd Place to Be

Hearing …The Black And White Rainbow, Comes.

 

-thend-

 

 

 

Prayer through the Spiders Web, to the Rainbow.

 

—-

 

And which at Times a hiss interrupts, saliva,

Little cord, Frozen Bird,

I Love this Objects Sad Flavor…

So—Let us turn about in the Biting Jaws: ‘Ah! Vanish’

–The Fog Exhaled

For as long as the Blade has Not

And Midnight clothed with the Chatter of Children and Cages,

Drown us through togethor, in however many

Lowly balconies the Heart of the Night can Fill.

Split the road in two,

Like a thousand white-less angels

—Motionless There

In it’s surface, without reflection, from which springs; all Gray:

Glowing,

Empty and Child Like,

Savoring teeth and saws falling like a drum roll.

Its Frightful smile half-opened

And Chasing Skeleton Cupid

After the buttocks of Rose Bushes,

 

[The skylight scouring,

 It’s voice made out of my lips 

 Whisper,

  ‘I Would Like

   to Break your Hips.’   ]

 

Come with me now,

Into where even Crimson catches Fire,

Into these grassy blades from which there is no escape.

O hundred Lambs,

O pale golden figures of idol-less land

Turn about in the winter, wont you,

For I’ve a need to see cloudy diamonds gather.

Clumsy silk and wet deception,

To Take my flesh like tattered curtains,

and Differentiate from all those cribs and thrones

Filled in with awe nothing,

–and still, form kept be,

To tremble, flack and beat,

Rise up, masted and ghost frigate,

To Sail on, my dear delightful crows. 

(Oh pure, oh pure)

(Red seeps through you, Best )of all(of all

 

Eat! See the Night of Joy, with its Deep Spasms,

That Dreaming Laugh under False Skies

And Sunlight without Deception

In spite of the night, and the day on fire,

Beneath all those repentant mysteries,

(Dizziness, crumblings, routs and pity)

With eyes of Happiness, that no one Eludes

 

[A Betrayal to the World being far too brief a Torture]

 

Swarthy in Jackets,

In the time of shoulder blades as literates,

When Darkness drools in the Woods like a Dogs Muzzle…

And all vengeance? Nothing!… – But yes, still

Taking in all the avaricious [like an ocean],

Calmed and final shy’d, 

That last desperate wave of life, boiling as metal,

All Cramped Yesterdays and Inebriated Pasts

Going on, (on) and on

Forever Enslaved by a defeat without future.

But what does it matter for us, my heart or the sheets of blood?

[Beware, Beware]

After Me

Comes the Flood.

 

 

 

-The End-

 

 

Bone Palace Ballet.

 

Beyond All Those, Many,

And Their Slyly Glancing Flem…

We Tried our Best to preserve the illusion,

Where inside of Yes,

We Rode upon Strange Horses, Everywhere…

Into the Very Heart

Of the kick-flush-lever Valet…

Tripping on Elephants

They

Like Tree roots tangling through our Mother’s Bones,

Took Our Spurs once and for All

And in Exchange…

Handed us a Number, Death… and White Glue.

As [And So]

We
Finally, departing into Assured Arrival,

Strode up the Steps, Alone

Like some Obnoxious Searing Beautiful Night

(Or the end of a World)

To Spend our Dreams,

Like Spit

into a Homeless Man’s Mouth…

Just Charcoal Lungs Screaming for a Nowhere Hope,

[What every Dead Tree knows at heart]

[In it’s Gnarled Holes]

That Who Ever Invented the Cross…

Now Owns the World.

 

(Thend)

REPOSTY
ARRRRRG
CURT, yeah I’m procrastinating… so
Send me some Emails Endlessly Hassleing me for being a Drunk
spending to much time playing with my new DSI XL
And not enough time Writing… Seriously…
BUT we do need to work on the Untitled Series… cause we haven’t
worked much on that beyond the outline for the first season
And the First Episode which needs a rewrite… All I’ve managed to
do tonight was drink 2 Bottles of wine, and muse over the Idea
Of A Heated Romance, because I think It really needs that
LOVE then Death and Sorrow and Rage….
Yeah, It needs a Strong Romanitic Element along with the
Evil Santa Fight… Cause I LOVEZ the Evil Santa fight
But it needs Romance… so Lets Brain Storm…
And I’ll finish the Bank Robbery for the Zombie Western…
Tomorrow Night… I SWEAR but My Fingers are Crossed!
But Seriously, It needs Sexual Tension, Akward Sexuality
And a bit of Kink… I’m Positive In the AIDS RANGE
That we need a Romantic subplot in the first season
(WHAT TELEVISION SHOW DOESN’T HAVE ROMANCE?)
Also HBO shows by definition have nudity and sex)
So We need to Jump that wagon using jet ski’s and sharks
(Which will be a challenge because I’ve never written Romance before)
Although I have a Strong Handle on the Erotica and Kink
But we need to romance, to make the struggle that much more…
RIGHTEOUS STRUGGLE FOR LOVE AND LIFE, yah dig…
ALSO
GEWURZTRAMINER WINE KICKS ASS
I know most of you peons, know nothing of Wine
But GEWURZTRAMINER is a Grrrrrreat Wine
MELLOW PURE SWEET NECTAR LOVE
(Chardonnay is far to ZINGY for me)
And Riesling can go suck a Cock
BUT GEWURZTRAMINER… yeah
Perfect… absolutely Perfect.
Pick up a Bottle of Chateau Ste Michelle 08
And Drink the bottle like it was a 40
I Promise a GREAT night ;p

Too Much?


Apparently Curt (my script double)

(Writing Duo)

Found Nunoctopus to be just plain horrifying and Revolting in a… bad way

And Told me to seek mental help and stop watching Japanese Movies…

(AND to be Honest, I like some japanese directors,
but I haven’t watched a Japanese Movie in Months)

I think Tokyo Gore Police was the last one and that came out last fall…

But Regardless I Was going for 80’s Horror

with an Over-the-Top 70’s angle Lovecraftian monster movie

(Probably more Cronenberg/Grindhouse but what evs)

Still do you think Nunoctopus is an Idea best Abandoned?

(Obviously Teethy Vagina’s aren’t going to be Sy-Fi’s cup of tea)

But that was just short story prose and really prosthetic bloody maws

Can pretty much look like anything, although the eye hood/ clitoris

Is probably giving away too much but that’s really only for brief parts

The Majority of the time it’s just an evil nun with sexy legs for tenticles

Who lays eggs in attractive womens brains to turn them into lesbian

Vampire Nun Sex Slaves…

AND I MEAN HOW COULD ANYONE TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY?

Obviously it’s not serious, but to conteract that it still has to be

Somewhat Scary, I mean if you don’t go at it with a mindset

That your going to make a Scary Movie [thats filled with amusement]

It still has to be Scary Right?. but…… Have I Went too Far?

Is Trying to make a Demon Nun Octopus all she can Be,

Madness? I thought it would make a pretty good script

(You’ve got Dick Porcypine: Private Eye and Ace Reporter

For Owlslope High)

(Admiral Khunt: Leader of an All Girl Biker Gang)

(And DMV whose girl friend gets lesbian nunned with the brain eggs)

(Who works in a Local Mall’s tiny Bank)

And They’re All Out for Revenge! plus DMV has his grandfathers Antique Harpoon Gun!

Well Dick’s not really out for Revenge, he’s just out for the scoop

(And also as a Cohesive force among the three main char’s)

Anyway… I was a bit disheartened…

Because I know it’s Niche but I Didn’t think it was that Revolting

I Mean clearly the Nunoctopus should be a Nightmare Machine
but…
Blah I don’t know..

NUNOCTOPUS!

 

      She had been expecting her boyfriend when the bathroom door opened sending shower steam fluffing into the room. The Nun who glided like Mary Poppins in his place was clearly not something she expected. Especially with her on the bed and a vibrator spinning in awkward circles outside (and inside) her.

It was all one long string of bizarre silence except for the buzz of the dildo and dash board confessionals whining about something on the 90’s radio station before the Nun finally spoke in a sultry voice-

“No… don’t bother to take it out… It sets a good mood.”

The Nun posed for a second running her long thin fingers across the black of her somewhat frayed nun gown. Her right leg jutting out in a flash of skin all the way up to the thigh. And what a beautiful leg it was,  softly tanned white with a red garter across the thigh and the toes gently cupped in embossed shiny black heels.

“Fear not my Child, I was given to Satan as his Wife, but I Was Promised all the Daughters of Eve as my Right. The Throne of Heaven Promised Lilith their Flesh and I… am so… so… Hungry for it.”

She draws her finger through the air in the naked girls direction and then back to her rosey red lips, running her tongue along her finger to its tip. And like magic the poor girl rose and glided towards her. If it hadn’t been for the dildo falling out halfway across the room she would have been in the Nuns arms before the trance had broken. But luckily the wet slip and thud against the carpet ruined both their focus.

“Damn that Rod of Adam! It never ceases to find new ways of raising my ire!”

The girls senses returned she finally noticed the red seeping like a blooming flower across the carpet from under the bathroom door.

“David?”

“Don’t worry about him.”

The nun says taking a step towards her and then another and another and that’s when the girl notices that the nun hasn’t actually moved. The black gown has merely hiked itself back as vuloptuous centipede legs advance from under its black cover. First one leg with two legs attached to a hip like center segement with a taught belly button and that same red garter framing each of the legs. Then two more perfect thighs and legs gingerly strolling out, the first leg stabbing, jerking and feeling it’s way forward.

The girl Screams in horror as more legs come sountering out from the rearside of the nuns dress and strut along the ceiling towards her.

“No, No, don’t scream, I much prefer a moan.” the Nun rasps

“Oh, Oh, All this EXCITEMENT, it’s toooooo much.” the Nun gasps, her cheeks and lips spasm’ing in bliss, her head swelling  like a balloon, filling with blood and bursting in a red shower. Then like a sprinkler shooting bursts out across the room in jerky circles vicious teeth come bubbling up from the neck holes ‘V’ slit, chomping manically at the air.

The Girl screams and screams till suddenly the first centipede segment rears up and drives two high heels into the girls shoulders sending her flying into the bedrooms wall, pinning her there as she struggles.

“CHRIST JESUS HOLY FUCK MOTHER OF GOD!”

The Teeth lined neck vagina’s skin starts moving back (almost like a hood) as it slides back revealing one large beautiful eye.

CHRIST JESUS HOLY FUCK MOTHER OF GOD!” The NUNOCTOPUS mocks back, it’s sexy legs tap dancing and gyrating along the walls and ceiling. The girl begins shrieking violently, saliva flying out in great gobs as she flails, jerking the high heels ever deeper into her shoulders. Suddenly she freezes and her eyes fix directly ahead as the front tip leg works it’s knee up between her legs.

“MmmMMmm, do you like that?” The horrible neck vagina teeth ringed mouth clit eye thing gurgles.

The girl immediately returns to frenzied banshee convulsions.

“Oh… you’re no fun at all”

Suddenly the leg tentacle backs up, stretching it’s legs while still keeping her pinned, as the tip leg raises like a ballerina in a beautiful skyward arch, revealing the hairy sucker vagina on the underside of the centipede tentacle legs with a puckered anus and two perfectly tonned butt cheeks flexing in exertion alittle farther down, then BAM! The Front leg shoots forward in one long sexy garter belted leg-kick driving the heel of the Nuns shoes directly into the girls forehead, her body going limp with slight convolsions instantly.

MMmmmm Yesss now for that sweet-sweet Pineal Gland Juice.” gurgle gurgle gurgle

NUNOCTOPUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!