Mike Tyson

Nothing left in here for me to feel. Noises wash terrible fluid catastrophe. She smiles down into my bloodstream cathode with urinal teeth; every love about me in hell. Torment leaves me not. Drool collected product of my apathy--can't even swallow. "Get to the point," it urges me on. Everything in upward blisters. Worm shivers in the silken temperature throbbing in the bowels. Anal sex into her distance nightmare appendage. Inside the animal rabid convex. Everything is ruined, dressed in ruination shit.