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NO TIGER
NO TIGERMIKA
No TigerCopyright 2021 by MikaAll rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproducedin any form by any electronic or mechanical means includingphotocopying, recording, or information storage and retrievalwithout permission in writing from the author.ISBN-13: 978-1-7335694-7-7ISBN-10: 1-7335694-7-2Cover design by Mike Corraowww.apocalypse-party.comPrinted in the U.S.A
CONTENTSScalez 2r 717 1Transmutation Outside the Shuttered Home Depot4Being the Sewage of Our Society Is More EnjoyableThan It Might Seem! 6mika eat your heart out bitch!7tremors deep in the bone8chernobyl taught me how to put on lipstick10Generation Kill Chic 12denial cycles 16Sharks 18Flashland 21immaterial pretenses 28railgun love bites 30Princess of Pink 31gulf stream incident 33prophecy of a dying girl, movements34semtex ads in the back of shonen magazines36JDAM 42vertigo over Groom Lake43
defective mortar shells 44dogs 46Standard Issue m84 Stun Grenade47warthogs 49Military Grade Surveillance Cameras50Hot Lead Devils 53Dulce 55hostageZ 58unfinished gunfire at the end of mixtape #459As Good as Dead 60steppe monsters 61the Flak Wolves perish on the first sunset of winter62Fully Automatic Sandstorms 68
Thanks to Vera for her contribution of the collage foundon page 11 and her continually inspiring work. She tweets@knifebitch69 and maintains the project @iamvore.
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Scalez 2717half-lived girl, scaled curiosity decaying under sand /wesley swift’s fused radioactive green sand! the sinneractualized in split atoms beginning with spine / greatperiods of silence. except for winds with no flesh to flay.breath of anthrax two times removed. not allowed tobecome imprint on brick / not allowed to have ribcagedusted / not allowed to have memory disintegratedagainst a scabbed over-expanse of particles forming /crumbling / reforming. glowstick fluid – cyalume – leakingout of right eye. staining ground in liquid nightlights.blunted perception / eye socket turning into home forgamma mites. the inert weapon weeps charcoal – joy.trash sea afloat / the plastic choking barracuda. humansso good at killing they do it after they’re all dead /abomination-turned. civilizations buried underneath beercans. last remnants before they plunged beneath the GreatPacific Garbage Heap. flesh / spirits free / the world ourself-actualization victim. she / lizard jacking off to collapse.sludgecum on the emerald glass of a Texas beach. we finallyfigured out what’s hot or not. the decrepit remains of asociety hungry for more / more bodies until it needed toeat all the bodies all at once. she needs bodies, bodies inher, bodies all over her. super desire flowing out her venomglands / prove herself / to god / girlhood can be earned.resist survival / bite the hand that dares. lizard getting1
fucked by one of the mites, sedan-sized / snap the vertebrate/ that’s okay. he’s her boyfriend. it’s okay. he only gets roughsometimes / good fuck. post-armageddon sex the best kind.skin rooting itself underneath the dirtsand blend. sheeroff limbs he licks her blood / parasite lover / soulmate /protector he is. missing the acrid stench of pulled triggersa fear in the veins passing in lurid movements. the bloodis hot pink now / last surviving neon sign staining herteeth. live in the black jet the mite picks up his limblessscaly girlfriend a utopia / ridges on her breasts burnt likeedges of a bullet hole. full with her blood. her belly fat withsterile eggs. bursting chest open / the mucous numbingher guts / leaving her skin hot. gorged on her euphoria.she’s illuminati now. no scumbags left to dominate thecurrency fetishists. all skeletons anyhow, burning red atopthe New York Desert. lizard let anyone fuck her now. opengangbang invitation to all the terrors of the world / keep thediseased from erecting temples once more. offered up freely.slaughter of her insides / letting monster nails scrape herwalls. making a new hole 10 degrees left her spinal cord. pouryour thick isotopes into her chest cavity too / no holds barred.Paris beautiful. fuck her with depleted uranium sabots.procession of sharks choking on bombarded fishbackground of her paradise. the wastefields. they call / sing/ whisper / come here let me hold you. the wind is hungry,lizard trembles. coyote in grayscale wanders Arizonasands swarming like nanomachines / a lust. another beast2
to satisfy. threat level maximum. mite-boyfriend finallyturned to ash / maladapted scorpions reduce down tobaser particles in death valley. infinite tanks roll throughhellscapes. armor on ever-rewinding feedback loops. thediamond treads chewing on femurs. hatred still alive /congealing skull-fluids. embrace the half-lived state. theonly cock left to suck. deep-throating the decimating /puking up herself. after a point are you even dead anymore.3
TRANSMUTATION OUTSIDE THESHUTTERED HOME DEPOTthe self curated in outside sensoryi emerged from the depths of the plasterin your basement walls, you wanted me!i smell how you wanti look how you wanti act how you wanti fuck how you wantand because i’m notmade of what you wantyou’re still going to kill me how you want, aren’t you4
BEING THE SEWAGE OF OUR SOCIETY ISMORE ENJOYABLE THAN IT MIGHT SEEM!girls only! rest beneath the overpasscome sit with me, dredges that we arecopper behind our ears & silver grasssplitting gravel apart heavy water.blood throbs in the cheeks,geiger clicks.life lives in the perpetual danger statewe only perceive in rose nowadaysthat’s okay, let lucidity gut mecheap kills & fuck thrills & gold frillsreside the dumping groundrejection evaporated thrash & thrash & thrashits normal. i thrash weekly stillafter the venusian rains localto the highway’s underbelly, fuck it!keep speaking in aliases andseducing taiga wolvesnow there’s tanks angled like daggersslicing the mountainsidew/ a choker of barbed wire shreddingher throat into revolting ribbons—a whimper“this underworld become our heaven, damn you”6
mika eat your heart out bitch!desperate to show the net how realof a girl i can fucking beorgans wilted & perfumed in copperi encounter Herglare sheering off my arm at the elbowgaze following the blood as it congealsin the concrete dustplatinum grill clicked over her teethbegging’s the only way i know howto give a damn anymore—girl, kickthose teeth in & relish shattered gumsgurgling out, evisceratedthis is my femininity:gnashed metal & teeth lodged in my jawready to fucking die for the Viral!ready to fucking die for her Womanhood!nicotine tossed over lungs death accelerantday-to-day empty sonic boomsthe sirens loose on my sensesin that sweet death spiral i’m lady in concept onlyendless performances & chomping down on gray matterstatic skull & sulfur bubblegumwhat’s left, who’s to say mika ever was7
tremors deep in the bonegraffitied nails, waxed eyesthe girl immerses in leadslotted twin gazes togetherin front of bathroom mirrorsunder the december moon i drag daggersagainst my templeflesh turnt ash against the linoleumstrip myself down ‘till all that’s left isthe muscles vibrating at 20hzveins pulsating in open airflourescents buzz in my head the lightsoaks into the roots of my hairclinging to fingertips like sewageleaned over the bathtub edgevomit-corroded throat seeping tarottracing out fortunes for you in the bilethey say nothing and please let me hold youi’m still expelling crouched despairwounds gushing interstate wideon self-collision compression inthe soft parts of a bottom skulli feel my face meld with the puke2D blend flatlander resigned & hyenas cackle8
yeah i’m coming down yeah i’m coming downyeah i’m coming down9
chernobyl taught me how to put on lipsticki.when the gamma rays wash over the landscapei will have my arms outstretchedlet my atoms be bombared until i’m black imprint on brickrewrite the XY to XX distortions just in timeto suck teeth in defiance beforemy eyes fall into layers of charchoalii.smile for those nights you spend trying tosuffocate yourself against that make-believe body dissectrearranged by invasive primal tongues as youwalk down the hot hallwaywhere the Elephant’s Foot cooks engineersfuck heave and fuck paradiseour nirvana is inside the concrete tombpulling the eaten landscape towards it10
GENERATION KILL CHICa black sun beats downcracked meth pipes under bootsacrid bubbles of opossum roadkill popindiana’s pretty this time of yearthis teen keeps making othersgrab him by hiscurled devil horns – dealers likefeeling the scales they justripped outta his head one day like they werefull metal jackets shredding apartfist-wide hole blown outbloodfucked across bathwaterthey’d give him extra oxy’s when helet em facefuck himfingers dug in between keratinliked the feeling like he was morethan the other boys were – as if hewas existing beyond capacity but stillonce a week he would wake upbriefly afraid he was justanother boy like all the resthe wanted to somedaydrive an M2 Bradley fucking up all those12
motherfucking terrorists just a littlemaybe make a city burn downjust a little andsave the world just a little —sometimes his daydreams would be invaded:[atop takur ghar mountain he’s bleeding out& chest reorganized across the sandamongst the eruptedinsides he notices an unfamiliar chunk ofgore. knows he’s less thanthe other boys. not much of oneat all, really]— he just wanted to be moremore & more until he didn’t think anymoreeven if that’s by reducingdecades of proxy imperialism, andcorroding Powers That Be downto the reverb of an M242 chain gunturns skin to flesh to open bonethe mountains of afghanistan are pretty all yearechoes overlapping the 25mm’sfucking their way out theend of a platinum barrelstained with mudbloodtwenty-seven tons of pure fucking power13
the horns like a dead snakea scorpion wanders – 0000 HOUR – in anafghan valley – warmed in aftermath oftracers in stuttered glowso what if a few heads get popped?so what if was just for escape?so what if he hated how muchhe smelled like a boy?so it’s the last summerdirections for therecruiting office on his desk a dealer arrivedthe teen swallowed every time he hated the tastetears clung to his cheek in throatfuck given atab of blotter paper with 1/25th’sa wolf headfor being so good and so hot and so girlymelted against his tonguethe fuck is this, he saidhead began to churn his ego his id blendedreptile aspect human aspect turnedindifferent sludge pooling on back of tongueblood drained out the nose the heart cleaned outhollowpoint hallucination he’s consumedself diffracting along edges of afatal non-wound turning fractal14
iridescence leaking out of himwhat a vampiric chemicalcastrated lust to feel a 7.62mm roundagainst his fingernailimmobilized desperation to feel the kickof a TOW missilevibrating the chassisstilled drive to see red sandthe horns smoldered & cracked & blazeduntil he was the only thing leftrun away from the ghosts ofall those people younever killed15
denial cyclesgirl born altered doomed a beastthe moon dies andi’m not bleeding like i’m supposed tovoice deepening i speak in the strangereach word pitched down backwardsforcing hexes in my skullno amount of eyeliner makesthe blood come out where it shouldcrotch scabbed overcrimson sludge oozingfrom all the wrong sewersanother moon dies like alwaysi just wanted to wear a dresssimple want a simple fantasydragged into a murdered hearti claw the grass &sink teeth into musclehowling at the moon’s dead bodyfalse ichor sinking in the teeth and dirtdrink it like poisonguzzle at the woundthe moon dies over & over & over16
her corpses begin to pile up in the corner andall i do now is bleed heavy everydayit won’t stop the blood won’t stopi’m never going to be a mother, am i?17
SHARKSkilled on surface levelhalf-ghosted atop the oceanplastic waste dipping thrumy jellyfish body like yellowsnakesqueezing thru crude oil membranewanna see a tiger shark fuck me?i dont have a choice so eat upheadsmashed & headrot & giving a barracuda headasking that tiger dino freak bending me overam i toxic am i hot am i prettyhis dick slides into abdomenliver viscous wrapping aroundthe shark inside melet fuckboys on their iphonesstream the hotness via drone feedmy slimesoft stomach getting plowedbuy my manyvids recording of iti am a jell-o branded cam girlhis sewagejizz punches incongealinginside of aortanow i’m cumming and it feels likeformatting leadbloatedharddrive brain by knifingthe skullback. yelling no no nono no no no no no noi think i liked it no oh no no18
please do it again oh noi’m letting myself sink just belowi dont have a choice anywayssurfacing w/ glass eyes19
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FLASHLANDface flush to the screen until my eyes melt to the glass.ass pressed against the chair i begin to lose the sensationsseparating me & leather. i employ a macro to autoclick away 238 ad windows. tick tick tick mouseclicks fetter across my desk / HOT PRE-USED CUMCORPSES BURIED NEAR U / LEARN SECRET 2SUMMON A DAEMON 2 INSTA-GIB YOU & FUCKTHE REMAINS NOW / 10 OCCULT WAYS THEWORLD IS ENDING AS YOU WALLOW HERE etc.at the desktop i start up FLASHLAND.exe. screen fillsw/ white like a stun grenade just popped in my mouth.black fades in / splash logos zoom by / companies ivenever heard of Sierra / i get hard in anticipation. bodyalready knows whats up by now. its the only time it getsto die. chipping my nail polish against the keyboard is likeslathering my gums in coke, but i never seem to haveenough & i never seem to need more than a tasteto get sent off. the word FLASHLAND blares incleansed white on the left. techno beats from the OSTfucking each other in disharmony drops of bloodleaking out my headphones–every time, oh well.the main menu options are laid out like this:NEW UNITUSURP UNITNEW DRONEPHASE21
JOIN DRONEPHASEOPTIONSSAFEWORD XXXXXXi click on NEW UNIT.i don’t know where i got FLASHLAND. a transientprogram spectre that appeared on my desktop one day& fuck it! i wanted to see pics of my family torn apartw/ hyperrealistic blood or whatever anyway. probablysomething made by someone bored on 4chan, ithought. i start it at every dusk (it disappears like atek vampire during daylight) & make a new file. ifi don’t you ever get dope sick from a video game?the FLASHLAND logo dissipates into metallicbackground & the animation of the flickering menuoptions trips over itself for a second as a formlessvaguehuman flickers out of digital nothing into pure visualinfo. mass of the blackness between sewer grates. i am amother. this is the womb i will shape this fucking stupidnothing into something & then at least temporarily murdermyself just enough that me & my bastard kilobyte child arethe same. there are a set of sliders oriented along the leftside of the screen, in a neat column. getting to design me.i wish there were more sliders. if i get to make their breastslarge enough to snap their spine / if i get to make HERtall enough to turn me to a flat paste with their feet / ishould be able to only let their be cursed with mild anxiety22
/ i should be able to maximize HER self-esteem maybe.but really it has the only option that matters the falsedichotomy. MALE or FEMALE, a third option necessaryin our (falsely) neatly kept reality. i pick the latter. thoughi knew the only gender i really cared about was the positionon the breast size slider. tits like sharpened lead, pyramidsblurred. i spin the AVATAR (me) (this is myself i repeat onrepeat) around using my mouse. trying to make myself sickwith HER image. blur us together until i forget which onemade who & i’m having my every movement dictated bya bitch clacking away on a keyboard. CUTE x5 fires likepistons in my head CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE.cuteness slopping out my fogged eyeballs like gristleoff rotting pig. i hit enter / main menu again / click onNEW DRONEPHASE. dick stirs underneath my panties.a box w/ a loading bar centered in it–100 400 height/width–appears at the bottom of the screen. my char’s /SHESHESHESHE / feet plant in smoothed over glassterrain of a monochrome desert. gray sand at my conjoinedpolygon toes. the soundtrack cuts out as soon as the gamebegan proper, i alt-tab out w/ the game window flingingblack all over my monitor like glitching bukkake, over &over again, ugh. my computer calms its shit / i start spittingthe word FLASHLAND down a search engine’s throatuntil it chokes on overload / nothing. like the program wasbirthed directly out of the cunt in the back of my brain / mymind / stretched to uselessness as gigabyte ghosts squeezedout into my hardrive. this playthrough is different.23
oh well! i alt-tab back into the game & make my screenfreak out a little more. glass desert. gray, again. monolithscolored like snow coat lined oriented as twin parallelsforward, creating a path 7 characters wide until mistsliced down mid-way thru a set of pillars. fog walldefined like razor edges. still, silent. blood still pouringout my ears like someone’s draining my skull & drippingonto my shirt. i begin walking towards the knife sharpfog wall. every prior session ended here / .exe wouldslice apart / disappear off the desktop to some murkyfolder buried within the recursive safeguards holdingstashes of anime girls cut to pieces. i continue / curiousto see what the doom at the end of this is all about.i dont get more than 3 cells down the pathway until heatsearing the edges of the satin in my pants threatens to burna hole thru. i position HER against the corner of a pillar.clawing my fingers together to get as many of the movementkeys pressed at once, i begin to grind HER crotch againstthe corner / the general area around HER groin slidingsilently & sterilely / against flat polygons until i begin totingle feeling HER skin as my skin scraping / binary givenform. i don’t know when my hand slipped under my skirt,becoming my own out-of-body molestor, stroking my cockto the view on screen jittering like the monitor edges wouldcrack under pressure. i don’t know when it went all feverpitch & i coated the edges of my skirt. my character gavein too, falling into distinct pieces, dismembered againstthe pillar corner / arms / legs / head / heart / bouncing as24
giblets across the wasteland. my dick was all formless slimeclinging against my thigh like a blood splatter. main menu:NEW UNITNEW UNITNEW UNITNEW UNITNEW UNITNEW UNITNEW UNITNEW UNITJOIN DRONEPHASElet my family be slaughtered. i want to cum again.i want HER at all costs. force feed me their blood forall i care. moving HER forward i reach a facsimile of afarmhouse on the right, a break in the pillar forest/ a museum exhibit someone pretends to live in.windows glossed over w/ deeply held textures. i hitthe faded E key as i approach the door LOADING no furniture / no lights but lit like a hospital / hallwaysheld together by amateur code, thirsty to collapse HERinto lost save file. thought it looked vaguely like my house/ realized that’s fucking stupid. the kitchen almost like astock photo of a 50s nuclear family kitchen except none ofthe cupboards open, theres no table theres no fridge just aninoperable sink / no breadwinner man bleeding righteousterror. the bathroom won’t open, nor the basement. a soundclip of a dog barking (0:09 seconds) loops continuously /25
muffled spree murder emanating beneath the 5D / fromoutside the house. i keep forgetting what the inside of myroom looks like. the blood keeps coming out my ears / i shouldhave bled out by now / i keep playing. the periphery aroundmy monitors begins to collapse down to the bluelight.a scene: master bedroom. two discrete masses of triangles/ fuck! / look at my parents. poorly rendered dummiesflesh faces strapped on with digi-staples / murky copies ofthe Mother the Father / slathered deep blood/bloodsheets001a / fake guts strewn on the bed. so hot! ifeel HER shiver sick with HER image i move myhand down, i feel HER / MY sharply edged pussy shapeddiamond / hand coated in wetness devoid physics, stuck tothe featureless mound. massacre background / dog howlsound clip (0:09) / covering up ecstatic death shrieks outsidemy headphones. FLASHLAND’s fangs sufficiently fed/ become anti-human / feeling ass to leather turn chestto air / pry my eyes away from the monitor they’ll sheerapart / viscera vision. my arms come up, hugging the screentightly / heat on my cheeks / melt holes in me, please.liquid crystal fence torn down. i become ephemera/ thigh fat a puddle now inside black sun shaped ascuboid. fingers can’t separate / cupping the lead pyramidson my chest. HER cursed to ME, ME blessed as HER.standing at the foot of the bed, butchered parents all thesame. the room dark now, lit only by TV glows. the bitsof brain / intestines glisten like news footage. my crotch26
is still. you can’t put the brains back in. the programbegins to evaporate, a tek vampire! yellow sun crests overmagenta sky. data corrupting at edges of flesh geometric.SAFEWORD XXXXXXSAFEWORD XXXXXXSAFEWORD XXXXXXSAFEWORD XXXXXXSAFEWORD XXXXXXSAFEWORD XXXXXXSAFEWORD XXXXXXSAFEWORD XXXXXXSAFEWORD XXXXXXSAFEWORD XXXXXXSAFEWORD XXXXXXSAFEWORD XXXXXXFLASHLAND27
immaterial pretensesi.immaterial pretense pump me up for operationreplace all my bones w/ frozen lemonade!maybe for a few minutes before i pool onto the concretecalling myself a girl won’tfeel so fucking counterfeitii.riot glows dance in the ceiling futuresphone whispering banshee at my sideconsumed by a world in razor focussilos scar the midwest ready to vomit gammaerosion crests the peripherydesperation alienation my stilled muscles fixatethere’s something new sparkling in the plasterdeja vu for a girl that’d never beiii.july sunset condense in left shoulderinferno flicker & bubblegum fadertragic ready w/ the Tower at my napei know it’s all sick imitationbut please tell me i’m glowingbefore my muscles detonate in red shower28
iv.God, oh Godback into the negative peripheryirises aflame with static glitterthere’s no hiding from fakes here29
railgun love bitesburying my face in thecarcass of your kissdecapitated memories of your smilehappy necrofitted railroad spikes crossstitched thru the lungs / husked inside iron maidensaturated impalement at the skullthey say touched heals but i’veteeth barbed in tungstendo lovebites w/ a railgun heal quick?30
Princess of Pinkhyena princess fur of hot pinkglittered up her sideeyes black-taped over pupils blooming electricitymuzzled trophy’d aberrationstilled up on the mantel steam bubblesthru leather silencer around mawdoesn’t deafen pain like the movies showheartbeat sanded down a rat’s rhythm nowher tears made a boy treatbark bark barks evaporatedoff her tongue inhaleher bubblegum silencespotlight on back at all hourssunburnt stench clinging undersidediet of ghostscannibalizing memory only bliss lefttaste of simulated sakurasneonblood fade in out in outin out in out on a non-spaceveranda eaten at the corners by tv snowone foot in tampa baythe other in lake michigankentucky wolves eating thru her abdomen31
strongest bite among mammalsain’t worth shitwhen barbed wire’s strict against her tendonsgrip mouth around bondagerip & rip & rip & ripsparks along her lead daggerteethshredding herself in all directions againstthe axis of the comfortable statetime burned thru her head &like a switchblade corruptionslides in she’s puking forest fireswants to see the gators frenzymisses the acid burnwatching cranes spurt red acrossreflective surfaces duringsunrise at the 10pmribcage like moss infestationon the oak floorboards spineparallel to the crawl space mudthe hyena princess needs savingand the house is quiet32
gulf stream incidentradio crackle of an insatiable needfor Systems For Arranged Livingonly sense in the empty between stationslike an impatient night blood find reprievemixing in with noise dripping off speakerstake care of the ghosts at your feetdrone under hypnotic injury delirious oilswimming in a diamond viewfinderdoom ghosts & missing frequencies & the pseudo-planescaving all maps of Routine Territoryugly & evil things are bubbling out of the gulf streamwe’re all targets here33
prophecy of a dying girl, movementssexy like the creases along a detonating 120mm tankround. only voyeurs the reptile anomalies crawl on upsidewalls. horns gut myself dick in wound only pleasurebathed in red. azaleas blooming in dirt between crackedkevlar. exist retreated in the gap between the ribs. gurglingdown the only way i see love anymore i’m dessication.hydra of silver vista off its shoulder pukes storm clouds.reduced to the flowers i don’t bloom the gashes icommit. hyperblade pressed against hard bone pressurescracks me. sparrow living in my insides w/ traumabetween her beak. sakuras in my spit crack legs likebranches & take advantage of me. don’t resist yourselfbecause i’m here with my paranoia ready for you.fractals in the blood reveal themselves like metalwhales coming up to breathe hot steam. ignore thehalf-eaten cigs between my teeth i’m a heaven indisguise. drinking snake oil sabotaged futures. blackmarket of living things where stiletto heels cut themeat. hazmat myself against the instincts. contagionsbleeding into tap water i suck down those mutations.34
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semtex ads in the back of shonenmagazinesval’s got her brain on hotwire. equipped w/ screen-crackediphone 6 loaded w/ trap edm dj mixes & bdsm furry porn some crushed dexedrine tablets up her nose, val slurpsramen down her throat while midnight bluelight burns infront of her. channel 2999 oozing like melted crystal fromthe LCD. we’ve demonic terror-serpent knights on the loose.mercenary splinter factions waging forever wars in lushalleyways. a mass media that’s going full tilt into pornographicschizo-breakdowns about the 7 trumpets or something.every morning started w/ ultra blue monster energy marlboro smooths x2 fingering herself for 20 mins inbed a cocktail of 30mg adderall IR & 20mg percocet.this morning she was fucking herself to the audio of 240pliveleak footage of fatal car accidents played over mutedhentai vids. too dumb to torrent. she just saved what shefound thru shit like /h/ & sankaku. girl trawling blurrycorridors, filled w/ anger & sadness & pain & slurs &gore pics, for .webms of women getting fucked semiconsensually by dicks too big for them while theyresobbing & passing out & sometimes dying. just enoughval can atomize her impulses for a few mins. this scumfuckbitch.this is responsibility. preventing herself from goingfull columbine mode even if that probably only meantthe “spilling own brains all over the carpet in public” part.36
she was addicted to saving pics online. it was her primaryactivity between the rape fantasies & crushed pills. a youngnaked girl’s skull caved in & the blood n gray matter spilledall over some concrete. save image as. screenshot of vidwhere guy gets three 5.56mm rounds into his chest & 2 inthe jaw & begs his own blood into the sand. save image as.she loves this shit. after she’s done puking from the initialshock she’s soaked her panties every time. beautiful shotof a BTR-80 shitting black smoke w/ one of passengersw/ his legs crushed under the back wheels & immolatedthoroughly. save image as. all in a singular folder designatedw/ a random string of numbers. no categorization,just a 3,540 image deep hole burrowed into her.val’s face is made of blood. she saw this coming, whatever.just constantly pouring from her nose, mouth, eyes, a gashacross the jugular. half-past bled out. the tigers are circlingus now. performing holster draw drills while listening toHello Kitty Knife by Negative XP (ft. free refills) in her headas meditation. she’s no tiger, but you ever breathe in demons?val hates too much to let herself panic. she just wants to betouched by a boy. she plays VR fuck games to make up thedifference. there’s this one called ***’* **** **** ****** whereyou pretend to be a boy flirting w/ & eventually fucking ananime schoolgirl w/ hair like sakuras. val fucks her cheaponahole softly as she tries not to let in the silence swarmingchaotically in the dead apartment around her. like a cloud ofanthrax. outside lethal. that was her only training. she was37
leaning over the anime schoolgirl [age approx. 15-16], hercrotch wet as she took in hot virtual pussy. to kill hostiles& the combatants are the machinations of a world ordercurrently seizing violently under its own blood. val cums.hot droplets that coat the back of her hand. let the nephilim& their incestuous snake children eat themselves alive. valis stockpiling spiritual weapons. current training: a bookdetailing 9/11 as a mass ritual in tribute to aleister crowley.she only feels frustration after fucking the anime schoolgirl.the load on her hand dries. she pretends the hand w/chipped teal nail polish is a girl’s while she cleans herself up.regiment of blackpill hypnosis. doom nausea. #EFE4B0background tattooed w/ #026207 text. the news mediais just for footage of pretty missiles. val’s jacked in todefunct websites on zombie domains that offer psychotictruths. those hyper-manic insights into deep terrors thatmost of us can only look at with a deflected glance. val’sbeen receiving intel from an underground spirit networkcovertly leaving messages in the patterns on her carpet.psionic guerilla warfare. chemtrails are more sinisterthan you realize. americans should have been wearingM17 gas masks years ago. 300k dead & counting lol.the smokescreens of our daily lives are only growingthicker. phosphorus pentoxide & bleach are the scents ofspring this year & val’s left iris has capabilities equivalentto a Zeus 640 2-16 50 thermal imaging weapon sight.she’s known of DARPA’s Project Sidewinder for a few38
years now. near-collapse from a contagion is just phase1. she’s never been touched below the waist before.she’s developing strategies for saving America. val wasalways a patri
tears clung to his cheek in throatfuck given a tab of blotter paper with 1/25th’s a wolf head for being so good and so hot and so girly melted against his tongue the fuck is this, he said head began to churn his ego his id blended reptile aspect human a
