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Thirty Words

Posted on October 22, 2010 at 6:17 PM

       Liquid ambrosia entered through the time-worn pusshole, filling the tunnels with fluid dreams.  Surging heat flowed along useless tissue, while bubbles blipped and blurped from the dying synapses last spark.

Categories: Jip Morgan, Horror

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Reply Brandywine McArthur
9:04 PM on October 25, 2010 
Incredible Jipper...umm...at first I thought it was about an infected wound. Now I understand it to be a very intimate portrait of what a junkie experiences when shooting up. This is a testament to your talent... two big hairy thumbs up... :)
Reply Adrian Henderson
10:39 PM on October 25, 2010 
Hey, everyone's personal favorite during the StoriesVille-era:

1nce uhpun uh tyme dere wuz uh rahbit who? adt know frienz
so he mahde sum frienz n dey all livt happolyee evr aftur.

Reply Russell
5:24 PM on January 26, 2011 
Sam Stone was alone when he popped his last ballon. Climbing walls while sitting in a chair.... Sort of reminds me of the ol John Prine song Sam Stone. Wuz up