sp3ktr:
Underneath the facade of morality and chastity lay the
boiling coils of snake like puerility. Those who deem themselves holier
than though get caught hiding in a portapotty, peeking through the
filth, screaming through meth clenched teeth. Those of us who embrace
the bestial hungers find a path of filth, pleasure, and ecstatic
release, unwinding the tantric rope like a cobra dancing to the snake
charmers flute