YOutube: catgotwased

Intransient whirls suspend my bliss. Parady of virtue. Nature plays tricks with my mind. I am hapless as a sort of Virtual Monk being celebrated for things I did not do.
Nietzsche, Plato and the Sarcophagus. Namely untrue.
No word is a specific only for pure circumspect.
I will allow no shallow water be a part of things. Partake and anew. Solemnly whispers Prayer for help.
Merit true.
Merit true.

Quint Westwood sits to the table where an egg sits in an eggcup. Everything appears normal and as Quint taps the egg for the first time, a huge explosion occurs. A scene of an atom bomb appears.

Polly Pyjamas is seen entering the kitchen, she is hysterical, she is screaming, 'Oh My God! What in the name of Sony Erikson was that? Quint, honey are you alright? Talk to me, are you ok?

We see a close-up of Quint's face down on the table, a broken runny egg beside it.

Polly: This takes the piss! T… Continue

Snakes rattle and hiss interlocking and coiling amongst a featureless tableau of cold onyx floors, carpet to the brows that frown heavily upon them so they crush depth to destruction. Morbid thoughts eating themselves so that all are hungry and starve, apart and twisted against like skin coated bloody cold death, alive with it's needing warmth.
Tongues lick against touching themselves wrangle and elict to poor worlds and lost thoughts design to stray from being what they are.
Bones crushed withi… Continue