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Final Goregasm (Free verse) by creepshow
A mental eclipse, a lunar month. Calendars and voices are all the vices. Extreme passion unfulfilled, pummelling you into submission. Chaos all around, I bury you in the ground. All this is not real, a demented destination, dying to destroy... Visions of hands manipulating life, creating death. Deaths hands diving in your skin, cold steel across your neck, clotting blood at the source of my brain. It is never enough, a fatal addiction supreme orgasm, instant gratification at the sight of your demise. All the torment was just a festering lie, every word watered down, every noise cloaked in gore, a final goodbye to you, my lovely whore.

Up the ladder: 1982 County Stadium
Down the ladder: Satellite

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Arithmetic Mean: 3.5
Weighted score: 4.928861
Overall Rank: 9197
Posted: September 11, 2006 6:31 AM PDT; Last modified: September 11, 2006 6:31 AM PDT
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Comments:
[7] Ranger @ 81.158.78.100 | 11-Sep-06/9:21 AM | Reply
Are you a Jack the Ripper fan?
[n/a] creepshow @ 71.220.94.140 > Ranger | 13-Sep-06/2:10 PM | Reply
How "Saucy" of you to ask...
[7] Ranger @ 81.158.153.90 > creepshow | 19-Sep-06/7:57 AM | Reply
Chips with that, please.
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