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Bobby Bandwidth In Dogs Humping Act 1

a notarized copy of this testament is on file with my attorney in case of my untimely unearthing by the invisible background driving another stake through my lactating heart but back to our comatose semiotic narrative The Eel king rips off Bobby's latex facade at last I have you captive Bandwidth Bobby prepared to submit to his doom the tendrils of the hideous Orchids on the Porch feel their way into his crotch humid vistas from the Matto Grosso panned before his eyes ars pharmacopia little muffin went Eel now for your loving torment Bobby was dragged to the Cistern of Woe by a busload of nuns from St. Vagina and tied into one of Escher's inhibition pretzels above a pit of human eyeballs Bobby had a plan murky at first but with a blurred urgency that unveiled his guardian cosmetician's skin graft from the last epic rescue it had finally healed abused and maligned tho still on oxygen or was it toxigen no one knew much less the narrator too harried by fate for detail work but I digress to a distressing degree Bobby stared into the cesspool of his mind illumined now by a wan spark of hope he would gambit judiciously the ancient and terrible pherome defense as the squish of rain forest footsteps and little gasps of manual stimulation came closer it was Lemona the Eel King's daughter a beauty that all the aniline dyes in the jungle could not extinguish in waterfall's fog he was instantly detrousered by her steam engine of debauchery within seconds her tongue was down his throat to the car park he heard the bell in her navel and grazed like a sheep the Eel King became visibly alarmed contain your infantile carnality insistent pride of my loins to be continued From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon Artist Portfolio:

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