Spaff Posted June 2, 2005 Leviathan, displicare repugnans. By Laurie May. We are the putrid organs of the beast, this static, sickened, sorry sack of sweat. It moans, as hope's concealed by subconscious love for the foul; natural habitat. It feels; bloated, ordinary obese disgust, scraping, seeking rancid morsels. It squats, decrepid in crude repugnance, gnawing scraps from the preconceptions' corpse. We; impulse, confuse its tiny brain, as it mopes, concealing innate fear. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Salka Posted June 2, 2005 I love everything so damn fucking much it's not even funny but it is, it's hilarious. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
