Painful Erection 911 Call

litany of the Church of the Ecstatic Coma love shouldn't be a pile of rags I was playing pinkie dinkie with next door Suzie Woozy her father was CIA a spy catcher with a big spy catcher mitt try not to leave town he warned you are someone's project come here Sweetchops she coos you get your sugar today I sizzled like a good shashlik skewered with the awe in awkward their witchy priestess had smoked me out her tongue slid down to my sternum the boys from Central Scanning drooling again going all area focus on the nipple pixels her teats were wheels of fortune I had no choice but to place my bet You're quite attractive I lied I've heard it before she lied at that point it could go either way what else can you show me she teased having hesitated too long I went for the guts I wanted take out she wanted road kill let's do it daddy-o she tugged and plunged a foot of sharpened rebar into my 3rd eye this is your song she hissed her hips slowly grinding coffee a Gobi princess half horse half bowstring horrifically stuffy may I and do you mind threw me to the rabid chihuahuas guarding the Temple of Loud Delights the other church goers heard the commotion I immediately checked my utensil and the dish ran away with the spoon to the Babylonian nuns of St. Thuggurash protectors of women on bar stools gave their coyote yell and he was cured of his sexual extravaganzas no more dancing harlots and magicians no more leg humping the Delphic Floozie counseling instead Chinese all you can eat with a band of handy mandarins their cleavers gleaming asleep at the foot of his bed a plate of pasta for a pillow avanti il populo screw the menace go play