marox_pass_the_parmesan kingsuperspecial Untidy wretched whelp spawn under foot sibling cries halt evil tormentor My friend has no friends, no friends. The man stares at the closed door. Did he just come through, has he ever really been there at all. On the other side stands everything he had and lost, and loathed and misguided and desperately fragile child weeps within. The parmesans stood at attention while the blind fold tied tight over eyes blurred with Spinning ghost story fiction over red line explosions. Tick – they aimed seeing hollow light lost Tick – cosmos expanding under impossible odds THERE IS NO GOD, YOU FUCKING NITWITS! THERE IS NO GOD, YOU FUCKING NITWITS! GET OVER IT – YOU’RE A MONKEY YOU FUCKING NITWITS! Send this parmesan to twenty people you know by yesterday or you’ll end up like me. 010803 what's it to you? who go blather from