II. ECCO! The basement has caved in on me. I am dying or dead already.
The castle is constantly collapsing: a gargoyle gurgles sushi then gorges it into the crust of the earth some land bought out by business associates trading at a premium discount to the stuffed Smiling Buddha plushie CEO a prophet who campaigns on the policy of population control by taxidermy helium style so they float into the stratosphere and get this poetic type funeral it’s novel and people will bite if they think they get to see granny floating up to heaven ah maybe we can deal with the rat monied mafia types first they have these hearing aids like on their ears they get these bitches all decked out with cockroach jewelry on some toxic drip and next thing they know the angry mob hanged em by their spines in a symbolic gesture to form an alliance with global manwhore communities who seek to provide investment results that correspond generally with their killcount _ the charts often resemble the shapliness of sinewave or fuck what is it it I guess it looks like a trashheap of masterrace literature burned back into trees and I can't tell if it’s a she or a flea bobbing semi trucks on the sea of pavement twisting nowhere or connecting places of no value substance or nonexistent altogether rating metrics which are based on risk-adjusted returns for funds or starflux calculated for refunds with at least a severed history or Godhead affiliation glimpsing a peek at micro-transacted exchange-traded funds and open-end mutual twinning of investment _
_Cantcha walk any fackin’ slowah? Fack! Why dontcha fack me up Santi? Fack me right up slap me up eat my widdle pussy Santi Clawz yeah fackin eat it!_ yeah these places tend to rehydrate incrementally after the water wars there are a lot of pools of piss from beaten dogs in basements somewhere in this Ontarian Siberia left to bark forever as the kids at school the mother at work the radiator hums a bitchtone of slobber rat infestation brown water the missus and mistas gobsmacked and crackfiend pregnant retarded Nickelback is playing over the radio so this book is laughtracked and degrades the humour into a simonsays routine whacko live audiences laugh err I cant laugh anymore I’ve forgotten how to laugh man I swear death just laughs at nothing I didn’t do shit all and he thinks that shits funny_
So I saw this shrektoned watermelon at walmart it was like Shawn Kemp was invisible except for his swinging dick dribbling the court ay bitch whey yu bin foo’? It was on the security cam all ghostly as hell slick and shady with the hood of circumcised babies in the thousands and vasectomies allow for less circumcisions both are cut clipped spit on and snapped bonering the quiet of flat earth vlogger hunks who youtube the fricken laughstock livestock stock market viewerships stocking the slim shelves of her flat titty sister who is just barely legal and you fucked her the minute she was_ a minute before midnight you fucking pedosick bastard you groomed her like a baboon, picked the fleas from her greasy pigtails and fucked her on her birthday you gnarled vampiric lispy fatfuck_ you are ponyboybitch you are simple you are distant from your instinct you are monkeyless primate of flub a bacterial planet orbiting the fridge_ a bedroom of zits where pus of man lives a melting action figure it’s your anime waifu like her Godhead her flat tiddy sister chimed in over the walki talki _Fack Joey where on God’s fackin grey eurth ‘ave ya been? My pussy is all sore from rubbin aw noight thinking about your big brain ya stupid fack!_ you came on her four thousand three hundred and thirty seven times and her skin has melted into the image of your sagging scrotum hanging in your sweatpants an ecosystem of faggy slimsores and STDs suckling on your asshole like a decrepit vacuum gargling the dust of your innards because thats what you’re composed of mythdust ill-shaped sinful and piling up forever I cant be there for you anymore I am finished with your sex addicted alcohol breath whispering sweet nonsense into my hearing aid_