can't...stop. but...i must!
must stop...reading all these...
TALES OF WEIRDNESS
like a creature without a soul--
or a head
i crawled, dragging myself through the foetid swamp
the toxic stench of miasmic witch-fart still
lingered in my nostrils!
and my sanity, my very personality
a ghostly memory!
addicted to tales of weirdness
and of inappropriateness
and of sphincter-mouthed corruption
latching lamprey-like on the bloated body of my bride!
Just took at his eyes, nurse. Nothing.
He's completely catatonic!
Driven mad by tales and stories.
All right boys, he's all yours.
aiiiiiieeeee!
there is simply no exit
from tales of weirdness
THE END
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