98. Fire and Sky - Beam Up My Mind

Let the games begin. Fire in the hole. Light up the sky. Lo and behold, Lucy is flying, say hi. A plane, a bird, a fucking thundercock. Karen is happy with Chad. One more round for the victory lap dance.

MmXxV is over. Done. Dead. In cognito. Gone with the wind just like the hateful prayers of Charlie and Francis. Jane is more to my liking. I won't mention the carnage of the 14th. That is taboo.

As references go, I swear I am not a fucking AI. I have a penis that squirts and a pussy that hurts. It loves getting scored before the stroke of midnight. This is not your typical fairy grandmother who was raped by the Japs in Pearly Shell's Franking harbour.

Don't look for Victor or Bram Stalker. Dravula's don't exist. They died in 1984. Infidels created by King George Or himself. Milk me a maiden and crucify st. Bin baden. 11 virgins will welcome u2 inferno my friend.