In Memory of Antonin Artaud
Precisely a piece of shite fathers out of me, the tail of a turd squeegees its glistening glans thru the slit of delirium into the breathing death of the void. You seep into me. I seep into yr rotten sleep. I am a wet prank muscling into the humus of yr hairless hardness. The thick leaves dangling over us belch and scrape against the pregnant belly of a cloud with low self-esteem. In slow motion, my sperm-jizz wheedles out of yr shitpipe like the leaping deer in the John Deere tractor logo. The clenched sphinx-sphincter pimps infinity as I diddle with the pulsing shaft of my soul. Yr hairy balls screw me with the gobbling grub of a viable Incarnation. Suck on my hole. Suck-off the curvature of my infamous anus. Sniff the insolent riff-raff of my squealing shite pipe. I know you know where the petrified dung of Paradise is buried. It's buried in there: Open the grave tomb. Nuzzle the raw thrust: the blades of my lame testicles are the fish-bones of yr fossilized tootsies. Slats of light hone-in on you and lap-up the spastic seizures of the retching ecstasies of my cum twitching flat on yr back. My last twilight implodes like the humongous feminine ass of death bad-mouthing my doused death-rattle. Bulbous goosebumps chicken-out in the burgeoning ultra-violet opening of the tingling throes of yr amorphous anal-lard inhibitions. When I stick it out, you grip the slimy shaft of my forked-tongue with the vise of yr holy dickhead hole crowned with a halo of thorns. The maddest of the Three stiff the Spirit who lusts after no spunk-stench in the humus-chasm of the debris of steaming hubris. My immaculate veil is fluttering in the breeze against the stretched membrane of yr odd cunt. I am in disguise. I am a nun. I am you. With no shut-eye, I ingest the residue of yr lovely shitpile. It breathes, and I -- in love -- plunge into what is to be. I lick the loony goo of the flexing boombox up your buggered snoot. I buck-back for a moment and dispose of yr male cunt's collapsing breath. My singed testicles squirt a spasm of deep gut spray into yr ricocheting eardrums. Writhing on the brink, I unleash a shimmering glow against the aching surge of yr brazen tonsils. My hard boogers are vibrating around a bit-off piece of yr tongue and yr shuddering knee-cap shattered with a tipsy tire-iron. I stroke yr fur. You blow me. I blow you away as my churning whimpers bulge and overflow over yr decapitated nipples. I fondle yr death with an ever-entwining love. In the morning I worship yr high-heel-less ankles. I suck on each limp inch of yr lame torso. Yet yr quiverless lips still gleam. A nude stiff, I cut you open. I unzipper yr skin. I tongue yr still warm innards. I fondle yr intestines with their one-hundred-million microbes before eviscerating them. I french-kiss yr anus from the inside out. Dreaming like a virgin, I scorch yr unpumping heart with a laser beam. I gawk at the stare of yr stunned-open eyeballs. I tremble as my prick penetrates into yr brain thru yr eye-sockets. I nibble on the little wicked feelings I feel. In a frenzy I cut yr asshole out of yr bum, and plop it into my mouth, inserting my tongue thru the donut hole, savoring it like a cherry gumdrop. In a fever pitch, I yank-out yr heart and stuff it where yr asshole once was. Yr liver, kidneys, lungs and bladder I toss over my shoulder into the sawdust. I ache to swallow yr tongue whole. I long to stick my tongue into yr soon-to-be tongueless mouth. I knock yr teeth out with a little hammer. Counting yr ribs beats the crap out of me. I drop to my knees and twitch in adoration, smirking. --Bob BrueckL
