Black Marks On The Back Of The Census

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Black Marks On The Back Of The Census

Submitted: June 04, 2018

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Light light explosion o’er a quiet storm floats ripples caress a longed for ocean tide screeching manifesto your paperback lover turned bamboo shoot lodging fingetrap disputation. ‘Here here’ Tops Shafto the Malcontent screeches and boom goes the gavel-hand splits her weeping head wide open and the whole court feasts on the delicacies found there they nod at one another ‘I approve, I concur’ in low murmurs a steady yellow glow going boop boop then…. Ting! And the midday rush mobs the atrium and fills it to the top all the sordid creatures writhing in unadulterated pleasure a slipped cock here an open orifice being filled there and in the cracks slide a million Puricite deaths sizzling their love their hatred and the storm is here. Drown. A whiplash hurricane grooves slight and slow beams happily upon its child ‘Oh earthquake baby how can you be so unhappy when it was soufflé deflate your heart your heart your heart’ the earthquake does a quick jig and its glib spittle comes down family-van sized hail pellets make its own slippy type land. Young girl of tender edible flesh too sexy in its nubile innocence answers a street phone Puricite runs up pulls her intestines out her ass and carefully sews them around her mouth and she lives forever, young boy of tender edible flesh too sexy in its nubile inn-but his uncle had slipped Puricites on his balls since he was 2- not so innocent and he gets stomped by a big ole horsey that immortal ass girl rides away not knowing her greatest most profoundly romantic lover’s face makes a searing goopy hot reflection that melts into the sky. Here God rub’s Buddha’s belly hands him the teardrop that leaked from the earth and they consummate their wedding with a naked girl sushi dinner and the BIZZARRO BAZZAR spreads clay cubes.

Sithar at the store front: No more here let them get it themselves!

Delinquent: Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme

Sithar: Clay don’t come from the ground don’t cha know ya sexay lil babooshker

Derlinquence: Well my good sir if’n ya pleases I’mma’s jes tryna’s ta feeds me poor ole wifey’s n

children’s

Sithar can hardly stand the sight of those pearly shining glassies looking so joyous profound sadly rubs them dry with a sandpaper tongue and they consummate their unspoken love in agreement one cock in the urethra coming out his twelfth forehead. Run run run. Can’t really get away. You’ve got too many obligations and your responsibilities are here to stay. The big one’s the best. Take it. Take the jump, the leap. Don’t be tied down to that which can’t really be real anymore. And zooooooooooooooooooooooom the EARTH KIN revolve revolve trace the cosmos and some kind of funny looking cartoon whale is eating your wife’s pussy and slack jawed grin laughing her face is all bashed up but she can still smile real pretty right back at you. Look at all those school bus drivers letting them big yellow monsters eat the children right before their parents eyes how they scream and cry as his big yellow-painted cock splits them in half tears them apart but their faces still paper-thin intact nailed onto the door still screaming and crying shut them up. ‘What?’ ‘What?’ the Puricite shrugs ‘I don’t know see, I just love the look on them folks faces when they see me on they kids’ puffs his cigar rolled with dried skin seven years of dried jizz and shit and dandruff flakes inside ‘I just love they faces I just love them better than you could love any woman or man or baby this is the pure real love you could never understand’ and the parents crucify him and hail him as their lord and savior for several thousand years to come. And the years cum all over their faces and they moan in ecstasy as their limbs fall off plop plop through a sideways skies onto a musical realm becomes chattering rain in the dead doom’s layaway plan. ‘I would like this jacket for free. I know you have to make a living but see my standard of living entitles me to this jacket for less than what you are offering. In fact you should be paying me simply because I’m better than you in my life living ways’ Oh great sire your argument is more sound than I could ever hope to accomplish take my children please and do what you please. Sithar’s daughters are torn apart by a city of hungry hippos wasn’t that a game you used to play? Ball goes round. Eat. Eat. Eat. You’re never really satisfied. Satiated for a moment. Never satisfied. Eat. Eat. Eat. Alarm blares. Wake. No no sleep. Sleep……….Never satisfied………………..flying doves soft plumed explosion soothing white shimmers beautiful faces neither male nor female just faces flit passed a transfixed eye grew from infinity once veiny throbbing pulsing in nightmares now just grey each photograph moment flit flit you have many choices the eye morse codes to itself you have no choices its eyelids purse as lips and breathes. Scabs crawl up and down its blood clotting ruminations and a satan laugh is heard outside by the ornate ice sculpture. ‘Care for an hour ?’ good sir questions the bellyache manlayer ‘Naw my lipids are all out of whack keep yelling at me HEY MAN SLOW DOWN THEM TRANS FATS but ya know they taste so good’ and he promptly devours the appetizers, the butler, the mansion, and himself making a glistening inside out big orb. Did you hear about those new psychosociopoliticometaphysical theories that assert one Puricite in your left nostril while turning sideways at an off-white eggshell cream coloured angle will fix all your problematic ideations of suicide malcontent purposelessness over lustfulness wrong thinkfulness mortalness and just plain stupidness forever and ever and ever? ‘Wrong again Mr. Umero!’ gavel hand bangs. Alarm blares. Wake sleep. Doesn’t matter anymore. Bags under your eyes reach further than bottomless cores. An apple gets eaten all the laughter of benign furious punkster and pranksters and war creators spills like orange juice sunshine and someone just laughs again. Who’s that laughing? People keep running right. Or left to be right. Again! No traction and slides stupid. Here you can see it? Come closer. He grabs her and suddenly he is Puricite she’s a child he’s a Puricite his warm white glow invading every part of her but her hymen stops it and they both melt into snow globe skin cell flakes the laughing still guff guffawing. Down this tunnel he beckons to her she trusts him and they walk forever being chased by blind Puricite not enraged merely curious for the taste of the glowing nectarine jokes and everyone claps. Clap. Clap. Alarm blares. Wake sleep. In perfect unison. Clap. Clap. Puricite can truly love a human. A human can truly love Puricite. Clap. Clap. What a beautiful show. What a beautiful face. Horror is your love for the child, dead and raped. Clap. Clap. Alarm blares. Wake sleep. Perfect unison. Puricite can love you. I can love Puricite. Clap. Clap. ‘See I just love their face when they see my cock choking they kids I truly love they faces’ Clap. Clap. And then the drag queen king waltzes blurred silhouettes splitting one two three trail tails behind and his name is Tops Shafto the Malcontent of the satan laugh and he makes his most divine speech and all the greatest questions are answered and everyone is satiated forever so now we can all be truly satisfied they murmur in quiet corners picking at their children’s faces as the Puricite leers over their shoulders and judge their performances ‘No no, more force exertion. Yes just pull at the gravitational consciousness coolation a tad bit more. No no yes very nice put it on the Grand Puricitical Tab for future reference’. Resounding horn calls, it’s rush hour and the mob floods every skin cell on each other. Slide zoom zoom zoom and can’t you see it so clearly? Stage curtains sway over the waterfall the sweet nubile innocent sexy just born child makes the best love to the Puricite as she dies and they tumble over the waterfall together mingling softly in the mid-morning breeze carrying a scent of unfettered bonding and burning flesh raining as vagina-soft ash. Wet mushroom pillows is the Puricite’s home and it’s more soft than anything you could ever imagine. Alarm blares. Clap. Clap. No more waking or sleeping. Waterfall food streams from the sideways skies and no more limbs come. Alarm Blares. Clap. Clap. You are more dreaming you are more awake you are more sleeping and the children all smile and Mr. Umero sells Sithar to them and they spank him silly, clap clap. Now that great roiling bus is colourful and cheery all the weeping faces still screaming but now with joy and passion all have found their appropriate circumstances and their wishes and joys never to be forgotton or encompassed by Puricite judgement. The Puricite just leers at them now its warm glow occasionally gripping a small boy or girl and then they grow beards that walk away into unpoppable dark forests where nothing ever echoes, just a dry grass slither sound can be heard on an especially humid day. Flipped page. Clap. Clap. See just yesterday I gave a good fucking to my own ass and it gave me such applause as great ballooning farts that it served me well for a good hour after the deal was done but then it ate its own weight in crack rocks and yellow crank sizzle burning acrid smoke your lungs are struggling and then they spread from the left corner of the ribcage world to the top corner and your great lungy wings can carry you to Puricite paradise where sexy children get their faces weepy and nailed onto the bus but they laugh ha ha ha as they weep and the parents suck you off and you love and love and love them. That was a great speech Mr. Umero the victimized joyous children Clap. Clap. Mr. Umero bows deeply as a boy and his father light the tip of his cock and puff away at it the smoky plumes of blood and semen floating bubbles up and sticking to Tops Shafto the Malcontents gavel hand and with Zen benign serenity of a third kind the meditative alien race swoop down and gently take him onto a red-black stormy nimbus that flits o’er an endless sea where these whales with bashed up writhing smiles carry a thousand wives on their back that drown with each dive and come back to life with each breach. A seagull named Mr. Umero alights on a walruses back and they sink into the sideways skies everything turning red and black. Alarm blares. Clap. Clap. Did you hear about the sumo dad? When the full moon sets a violin will play Threnogy of the damned….the damned good-lookin! Tap dances and Tops Shafto the Satiated-For- Just-One- Moment-That- Could-Last- Forever slowly peels a red button onto the nubile sexy old woman’s face presses it roughly um maybe forty seven thirty or odd thrift shop tries and she screeches Clap. Clap. They love each other more than anyone could love each other and they are, don’t you see, the best. Absolutely better than the mob of courtroom tweakers and junkies and saints and do-gooders leaks. There can’t you see, it’s a Puricite saying hello to the best faced fish-mongers grab that vaginal membrane and stretch it till it tears onto your face I can’t I can’t! Too hymeny oh so just the virgins are tasty if you say so you silly whiplash waver. At least they taste just like myself and Clap. Clap. Can you hear that? Clap. Clap. Can you feel that? Clap. Clap. Mr. Umero slow motion lights the fireplace and his daughter stares on without emotion. He tries not to show his tears but how can he not? His wife had been murdered by that wretched obese Judge Galliope if it was bad finding out they had been fucking he had never wanted her to die, at least not by any hand but his own. Blank faced daughter looks on and then cry laughs. She sticks her cock in his ass he yelps falls headfirst into the flame. Mr. Umero burns dead. Clap. Clap. Wherever you go I will follow he sings to his weeping dead mother in her paper shallow grave digs her up they share biscuits and gravy but they’re still hungry so they rob that bastard Sithar and fuck him and his young son as the uncle sits in the corner touching his wife’s pussy that gets all wet and slimy tastes bitter like cyanide tears or maybe just stale almonds. Running in a can around and around each step dull thump metallic hollow resonate and the computer screen melt wraps colours around his never-stopping masturbating hand and he is screaming and screaming and screaming. Logo dedicates itself to your best best lover and then you cuddle so warm and soft and NEVER fleeting and utterly satisfied in this moment forever and ever smiles encompass and surround them become shining toothy sunshine spot dream ripples frozen this moment is throughout time fixate by a grey eye too dry and dusty to weep forever it faded long ago forever it stays frozen here it lasts forever and is longed for forever and it happens forever and the eye will sometimes let out a little air release sigh like something discontent content but not there are no rushing mobs or gavel hand thuds it’s just the moment that flits on a screen behind this one and it doesn’t see this one anymore just that moment overlayed behind gets further back and back burning little fragmented strips down towards Mr. Umero and Tops Shafto the Satisfied outstretched arms and open mouths as a million children suck their cocks and finger their assholes they quiver and cannot keep their arms up and a Puricite leaps toward the eye and it squishes its goop raining and drowning everyone. Now the untaboo missionary positioned sadists go Clap. Clap. One has a baby gets eaten by a Puricite. Clap. Clap. Old lady powdered smells like shit wig so much make up she screams as a thousand little boys sodomize her. Clap. Clap. Mr. Umero screams as his son and daughter fuck on his face and he gurgles in their searing copulation juices that worms its way into his drug busted lung wings he can’t fly anymore Clap. Clap. There’s a pealing French horn coming unraveled and its sound is more lovely than the love that I had for those parents’ faces as I plug their kids asshole. Coffee wakes me up and then I’m just staring at this old dusty photograph who the fuck was this girl? I’m not so certain I think I should call my mother I know she worries. Why is that guy laughing so much Clap. Clap. Everything is in the whale’s mustache each hair a different universe and colour and then he trims it off each lash silent slapping the toilet water runs around the edges goes all the way to Neverworld Clap. Clap. Yell a little more they snicker at each other but all of them die twisted and unsatisfied curtains flop heavy-closed a whimpering violin string snaps on a skyscraper roof. Transfixed eye blinks grey dust too slow to remove any of it here is the answer right here in the nectarine oozed spotlight shine here is everything you’ve ever been looking for right here and everything shines brighter and brighter until nothing is seen at all.


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