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the eternal Newbie

the eternal

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I just want to reiterate that I want NO drama brought to this party. If you feel you are having a problem please take it out back to the clubhouse or come see me about it. We are out to have an excellent time and will pursue that. Thanks ;)

Btw, we could use some lawn chairs or something to sit on while outside.

Hey, I have a better idea.

How about a drama room?

All the people with issues with each other could sit around and sulk, until it simmers to a boil and becomes

Wrestle mania with eye liner!

See if we could have glass 'viewing windows' and little pass throughs, like in a seedy European sex club,

so we don't miss anything.

We could even put the drama room next to the sex parlor.

That way we'd be prepared for the heralded arrival...

of the girl who broke up with the guy, to be with the other girl, that was his friend first,

back when she used to listen to old Madonna records

until she decided Robert Smith was hot

so she grew her hair out,

teased it

and then started humping tombstones and banging the guy with the big mole and the Adams apple that goes sideways who plays Frankenfurter in the local RHPS,

but then dropped him because he was flirting with another guy in the "Who do you have a crush on" thread and that was sooo devastating because they were going to be together forever.

She had even picked out china patterns

and matching caskets

and black renaissance frocks--

for their "Gaelic in the Graveyard"-themed wedding

which was scheduled 666 days from yesterday,

so then to get back at him, she found the nearest woman, who just happened to be dating her one male friend.

It was all very convenient,

since the two women were hanging out together,

literally,

from suspension cables,

and as the hook turned into her shoulder blade cavity, a glint from the cables caught a shimmering in the eye of the girlfriend of her chum

and she decided,

at that moment,

she wouldn't let another antiseptic needle pierce her right areola until she had taken a bite of the Sapphic apple.

She needed to put this kitten in a different type of suspension device,

Equipped with vibrations, lubrication, and 2 inch rubber tips.

Friendship be damned

That was 3 months ago, and her friend had long since holed himself up in a cellar,

alternately pushing pins into a doll of her likeness,

and crying,---

while the refrain from "The Killing Moon" wailed in the background.

But then,

while planning the demise of

that bitch-whore, former-Doris Day-turned Goth-slut-stereotype

who stole his love,

for the temptation of Lesbos,

he decided he was going to blow off some steam and go to a party,

and taste some of Reaper's meat.

He hungered for something juicy to slide down his throat.

So, he walked in the door, and gasped, as the two ladies had locked lips and were standing as if on display,

surrounded by a fortress of glass.

Their tongues were more artificially choreographed than the cover art to Type O's Bloody Kisses.

Yet the lack of emotion behind their tonsil-scratching embrace was of no console to him

It just angered him more.

As blood started seeping out from his temples,

Reaper took out his meat,

and order they accept it as a peace offering.

They each sunk their teeth into its succulence,

one after the other after the other,

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,

and then were heralded into the Drama Room where they proceeded to give their best Morrissey-mope-gaze circa-1988.

Eyes shooting in every direction but each others',

And though Everyday is like Sunday,

This was Saturday and they needed to let each other have it.

Yet,

as his talons dug into her mousse-laden mass of split ends and extensions,

he became stuck,

and she bared her teeth, ready for the kill.

But that seemed too cliché.

In a moment of confused respite, "Love Will Tear Us Apart" weaved its way through the doorway,

as if it had been searching for this room, like Bruce Campbell's possessed hand in the middle of Evil Dead 2,

But soon it was their hands',

all three sets of them--

getting lost in every orifice,

Appendages roved across each others bodies.

Clothes in tatters, their bodies rolled through the passway and into the sex parlor

with more fury and passion than Idi Amin on an empty stomach

They resolved their differences Vivid Video Vixen-style,

replete with bad dialogue and orgasms that only commenced when no one was touching each other.

And nothing could stop them.

So, they continued to exchange bodily fluids and makeup tips

as an ethereal glow encompassed them.

Three heaving beings, a swirling ball of sex and absinthe,

and fire

LOTS of fire.

The glow, a red flaming mass,

highlighted the fact that they had fallen right into the open pit for grilling Reaper's irresistible meat.

But not even third degree burns could stop the daisy chain mouth-clit-cock action and

as they went down

down

down,

the burning ring of fire engorged them, reducing the trio

to a ménage’ ash colony and their souls started to rise like the Phoenix to'er the heavens,

but then, in an instant---all three were slammed back down.

For a trifecta as depraved as this could only be suitable for one location.

Yet it wasn't to be.

Since they were respectively:

an atheist,

an agnostic,

and a Jew,

there was no place in hell for them to go.

So they were flung back from whence they came

Into the pit

Among the ashes...

And we all made smores.

For the rest of eternity,

and thereafter,

from the far reaches of earth to the edges of the horse head Nebula.

a more delectable, delightful, sinful sandwich of marshmallow, chocolate, and graham cracker could never be found.

This was a dessert that would be talked about to children, grandchildren,

and sex workers who had long lost their zest for helping lonely, creepy, middle-aged men whose only comfort was their own insecurity, and their antique scissors collection---

which had provided them their one moment of satisfaction...

"Honorable mention in the 1984 Poughkeepsie Scissors and Swords Festival."

This cacophony of food and debauchery placed the Reaper Smores Sintacular,

as it became known in the years to come,

one notch ahead of the Marquis De Sade's Fecal Brownie Bash of 1767

but sadly still a long, curly, sweat-stained hair behind the 669-squirt Japanese sucky sucky fest of 2001.

Still, it was a night no one in attendance would soon allow to fade from memory...

On second thought, that could get too messy.

Oh, BTW, Bean and I should be there at the Sintacu--, I mean party, and we may even drag Hille (Pomba Gira) with us too.

Save some meat for us.

Oh, and someone please PM me an address.

(unless it's on the first post, then never mind)

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Dollardave Newbie

Dollardave

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That Morbid Suicide guy and I are going to try to make it.

I miss Charlie I seen him at City Saturday but I was busy blabbing to the boys then dancing. There was one sweet ASS fuckin babe there that crank and rambo knew I wanted to hit on her a bit but lost her in the crowd. Oh well there will be others always is. The partys too far away guys I would go but its just way too far I don't even hit necto anymore its so far.

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I also miss Davion too haven't seen him at city in a long time.

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