Rabid induction.
In the docking bay, pointing towards a life-pod, Messiah fats looks into the darkening eyes of Soleva, hesitates for a second wondering if it wasnt already too late, then says, the disease is spreading. Its time to go. bba killer will be here soon with Sinicide. We have to have everything ready when they get here. There isnt time to save anyone else.
Soleva looks at him, not quite sure if he is the person she fell in love with four years ago.
I am not going, fats. I think I need to be on my own for a while, Soleva says dropping then bomb shes been carrying for years, I love you, but I am not attracted you any more. I havent been for quite a while.
Now isnt the time, Soleva. Bad shit is coming down. You dont want to be here when the beat of the .333 drops from 45 to 33, MF says trying to place his concern for her well being above the emotional turmoil of the moment.
No, I have to do this. We can still be friends, she says backing her way out of the docking bay then turning to break into a full sprint.
Far below the deck , bba killer drops hard into cloak-mode trying to avoid the radar of Kop Kontrol Kontainment sweeps, pulling Sinicide with him. Sinicide pulls back, wait killa. i felt a shiva. I think I am overloaded, baby, I need a little sumtn sumtn. bba, please put some sexual enhancement in my backside" bba killa felt real for the ho, but with the onset of the disease turning the air and the mood sterile, killa wasted no time removing a stainless steel vibtratron 9billion from one of his thigh holsters, giving it a good lick, then sliding it deep into in Sinicides wet opening before re-inserting it into her craphole, leaving her to its super-nimble gyro devices.
Later, Sinicide nearly drowning in her own cum will be heard saying to her would be savior, bba killa left me vibrating with this 9billion set to kill with an extended bewildered state. Holding her in his arms promising never to leave her side, this recidivist savior will keep putting her in peril only to bring her back from the brink, repeating the whole process again and again, like death sex without a climax.
Bba killer would have liked to bring Sinicide along for the long lonely drift to whomever comes along to find them, but he can already imagine her telling her savior that she not only gags on it, but swallows, too. Probably for the best, a hos a ho, ho-ho-ho.
Further below deck, the insanity of the rabid.333 induction has gone terminal.
Standing in an outshined light...Team Zevas mascot, Mr. Pole the Bazukanaut is caressed by a stranger with glass eyes and obliquely curving for fingers. Numerous of the infected throngs of ship inhabitants stand by bearing witness, waiting for the stranger with to oblige.
Who is the stranger, one of the horde asks impatiently, eager to have his way with Mr. Pole.
We dont know, that is why we refer to him as the stranger, said the recidivist savior holding Sinicides hand.
Mr. Pole shivers in his foam pole suit.
Now is not the time to be frantic, for that it is much too late, the stranger says caressing Mr. Poles costume with his oblique fingers. How far will worry carry you at a time like this? how far?
Mr. Pole accepts his fate, then says, What do you propose?
I propose that you aid me in sterilizing the streets, while basking in our depravity on into the night as we de-evolve stars, drop the apex and a beat, the stranger prostrated his demands.
Very well then, let it begin. Mr. Pole says, sharpening his tongue on his teeth.
It has already begun, the stranger decrees.
Turning to the throng, the stranger began his diatribe and precursor to devastation with, I held the mandible of the greatest one, long ago. You see, for had I taken down the creator of universe because it remained at an interval of silent tranquility, outside of the possibility. I was destitute. I could not go on with it making me feel this way, outside of it though I was certainly inside of it
Maybe you just didnt understand what it was, Soleva said from the back of the throng.
Possibly...but I dont like to be wrong, the stranger said with a wry smile.
Who are you, Soleva asked of the stranger.
I am relocation. I am the thumb, the weight on the other end of the scale. I am imbalance. I am light w/ no illumination. I am ashes, cold long after the burning has ended. I am the moment and these you are all my pupils.
Look on. w/in your silent tranquility - please my a circle of unity. Drop your painkillers at the door for it is time to collect on our unfelt suffering. Let me into your heart with sanctioned eyes. Once inside of you, I will drive you with a power production - ionic fingers reaching in to grip your soul, in a seamless symbiotic cycle, a slot intercept straight into the neurotic triad.
Together will be a barrage of seasons flailing about. As if the past has been peering into the future and self-prophesizing the present constructing the NOW, this essence, the DISEASE is fulfillment - it is life.
The Recidivist Savior revives himself again realizing that with the situation at hand that Sinicide is again in terminal danger. He lunges forward pushing Mr. Pole into the Stranger, pulling Sinicide trailing along with him as he passes through the immediate danger, ducking into the next corridor where he will soon discover that the oxygen levels are dangerously low.
Soleva rushes to the aid of the stranger. Peering into his essence, his life, she sees what she once loved about Messiah Fats but only came to realize that he had no ability to self-realize. In the stranger, she saw a thirst for blood that would not go unquenched. He had drive and ambition, exactly what she was looking for, (the stupid bitch).
Floating in an escape pod with bba killa, watching the world as they knew it drift away from them, MF says, I really hope she is okay.
bba killa: Are you kidding me? She made her choice clear. She chose the rabid.333 over the 444 and 1313.
Mf: yeah, I know. The 444 is love and the 1313 is creation and destruction as unification.
Bba: She couldnt see what she had.
mf: What about Sinicide? What could she have gotten out of you by going with us?
bba: A sore ass. The bitch was for fucking. She lived up to her potential. No harm, no foul. I am not concerned about that. What gets me is how did I get out of there alive and uninfected?
mf: "do you remember thinking that they were strangling the life out of you? do you remember the taste of blood? their blood?"
bba killa: "(i will harvest you from this winter day.) WAIT,where the fuck did that come from?"
mf: "Not your words, the strangers words. The rabid.333 dropping his beat. I stepped in last second, saying not today my friend, i like everyone else am the embodiment of everything, you shall not harvest him nor me. I will save as many as will allow themselves to be saved."
bba killa: "i see a vision...an albatross moving through serpents spinning in circles - their diameters marked by the tusk of the walrus.
mf: "......"
bba killa: "......"
bba killa: "i am the beginning and the end."
Mf: I see I am too late to save you.
bba killa has already reinvented himself as the pursuant plague. The solemn shamen will be guest starring after the commercial break. hence we move forward - ignition synergy sequence; shake and twist w/ wishful annihilation welcoming the implosion of reality.
give it your all......decimate everything.
mf: "you know that you are a lost soul..."
bba killa: "that is not up for discussion."
mf: "you know that time quivers at your feet..."
bba killa: "that prophecy is a sham."
mf: "let the dark and the light converge..."
bba killa: "it is already done."
agitation for gratification. calculated risk. entropy descending to consume us all. hanging from judicial terminals. how far have we come? where have you gone? eradicate resurrected fervor triggering time in the wake of nothing.
MF: sonnets floating sideways w/in my head. an arc in the current disturbs my vision. when you wrote me that scarlet letter i cried and then i bled. i bled inverted crosses. the agony haunts my mind. sometimes it seems like i can remember sunny days. you beckoned and i crawled on back through satin and glass.
bba killa: "cells are lysed never to rejuvenate again."
mf: "how can you justify this agenda?"
bba killa: "w/out yin there is no yang."
mf: "how very true..."
soaring so high - falling w/in. incision into the soul. A god adorned headache. w/ liberty (and tyranny...) for all. albino primates - prowling on the range. succumb to succubus sympathy. ingrown thorn. wrenching, writhing - the pain pours out of you. synapses pseudo-syndromes; unconscious time. drones thrown on the funeral fire. deluxe rendition - rejoice we are slaves to the system. murda allocation. submerged empathy. belief system network transfixed on satellite signals.
times are changing - nuances of nightshade strike hard w/ the fist of hades rendering you unconscious. (leaving you to realize...)
Messiah fats rubs his bloody knuckles, pushes bba into the toilet waste jettison chamber.
In the heart and soul of bba killa, rabid.333.rabid.332.rabid.331 is his slowing pulse as he drifts cold and vacant into the void of space.
Alone in his escape pod, Messiah fats can see the carcass of the Universe transport melting in the radiant heat of the sun as it continues on the course he set the navigation system to before abandoning the ship.
The stranger is that which we allow into our hearts against the will of what we know to be appropriate to the here and now, Messiah fats says too himself putting the thought out there for tranquility and the eternal in between the now and never.
It has no name, but resembles us when we look at it in the mirror," MF thinks with his lame messiah-wannabe thoughts.
In the docking bay, pointing towards a life-pod, Messiah fats looks into the darkening eyes of Soleva, hesitates for a second wondering if it wasnt already too late, then says, the disease is spreading. Its time to go. bba killer will be here soon with Sinicide. We have to have everything ready when they get here. There isnt time to save anyone else.
Soleva looks at him, not quite sure if he is the person she fell in love with four years ago.
I am not going, fats. I think I need to be on my own for a while, Soleva says dropping then bomb shes been carrying for years, I love you, but I am not attracted you any more. I havent been for quite a while.
Now isnt the time, Soleva. Bad shit is coming down. You dont want to be here when the beat of the .333 drops from 45 to 33, MF says trying to place his concern for her well being above the emotional turmoil of the moment.
No, I have to do this. We can still be friends, she says backing her way out of the docking bay then turning to break into a full sprint.
Far below the deck , bba killer drops hard into cloak-mode trying to avoid the radar of Kop Kontrol Kontainment sweeps, pulling Sinicide with him. Sinicide pulls back, wait killa. i felt a shiva. I think I am overloaded, baby, I need a little sumtn sumtn. bba, please put some sexual enhancement in my backside" bba killa felt real for the ho, but with the onset of the disease turning the air and the mood sterile, killa wasted no time removing a stainless steel vibtratron 9billion from one of his thigh holsters, giving it a good lick, then sliding it deep into in Sinicides wet opening before re-inserting it into her craphole, leaving her to its super-nimble gyro devices.
Later, Sinicide nearly drowning in her own cum will be heard saying to her would be savior, bba killa left me vibrating with this 9billion set to kill with an extended bewildered state. Holding her in his arms promising never to leave her side, this recidivist savior will keep putting her in peril only to bring her back from the brink, repeating the whole process again and again, like death sex without a climax.
Bba killer would have liked to bring Sinicide along for the long lonely drift to whomever comes along to find them, but he can already imagine her telling her savior that she not only gags on it, but swallows, too. Probably for the best, a hos a ho, ho-ho-ho.
Further below deck, the insanity of the rabid.333 induction has gone terminal.
Standing in an outshined light...Team Zevas mascot, Mr. Pole the Bazukanaut is caressed by a stranger with glass eyes and obliquely curving for fingers. Numerous of the infected throngs of ship inhabitants stand by bearing witness, waiting for the stranger with to oblige.
Who is the stranger, one of the horde asks impatiently, eager to have his way with Mr. Pole.
We dont know, that is why we refer to him as the stranger, said the recidivist savior holding Sinicides hand.
Mr. Pole shivers in his foam pole suit.
Now is not the time to be frantic, for that it is much too late, the stranger says caressing Mr. Poles costume with his oblique fingers. How far will worry carry you at a time like this? how far?
Mr. Pole accepts his fate, then says, What do you propose?
I propose that you aid me in sterilizing the streets, while basking in our depravity on into the night as we de-evolve stars, drop the apex and a beat, the stranger prostrated his demands.
Very well then, let it begin. Mr. Pole says, sharpening his tongue on his teeth.
It has already begun, the stranger decrees.
Turning to the throng, the stranger began his diatribe and precursor to devastation with, I held the mandible of the greatest one, long ago. You see, for had I taken down the creator of universe because it remained at an interval of silent tranquility, outside of the possibility. I was destitute. I could not go on with it making me feel this way, outside of it though I was certainly inside of it
Maybe you just didnt understand what it was, Soleva said from the back of the throng.
Possibly...but I dont like to be wrong, the stranger said with a wry smile.
Who are you, Soleva asked of the stranger.
I am relocation. I am the thumb, the weight on the other end of the scale. I am imbalance. I am light w/ no illumination. I am ashes, cold long after the burning has ended. I am the moment and these you are all my pupils.
Look on. w/in your silent tranquility - please my a circle of unity. Drop your painkillers at the door for it is time to collect on our unfelt suffering. Let me into your heart with sanctioned eyes. Once inside of you, I will drive you with a power production - ionic fingers reaching in to grip your soul, in a seamless symbiotic cycle, a slot intercept straight into the neurotic triad.
Together will be a barrage of seasons flailing about. As if the past has been peering into the future and self-prophesizing the present constructing the NOW, this essence, the DISEASE is fulfillment - it is life.
The Recidivist Savior revives himself again realizing that with the situation at hand that Sinicide is again in terminal danger. He lunges forward pushing Mr. Pole into the Stranger, pulling Sinicide trailing along with him as he passes through the immediate danger, ducking into the next corridor where he will soon discover that the oxygen levels are dangerously low.
Soleva rushes to the aid of the stranger. Peering into his essence, his life, she sees what she once loved about Messiah Fats but only came to realize that he had no ability to self-realize. In the stranger, she saw a thirst for blood that would not go unquenched. He had drive and ambition, exactly what she was looking for, (the stupid bitch).
Floating in an escape pod with bba killa, watching the world as they knew it drift away from them, MF says, I really hope she is okay.
bba killa: Are you kidding me? She made her choice clear. She chose the rabid.333 over the 444 and 1313.
Mf: yeah, I know. The 444 is love and the 1313 is creation and destruction as unification.
Bba: She couldnt see what she had.
mf: What about Sinicide? What could she have gotten out of you by going with us?
bba: A sore ass. The bitch was for fucking. She lived up to her potential. No harm, no foul. I am not concerned about that. What gets me is how did I get out of there alive and uninfected?
mf: "do you remember thinking that they were strangling the life out of you? do you remember the taste of blood? their blood?"
bba killa: "(i will harvest you from this winter day.) WAIT,where the fuck did that come from?"
mf: "Not your words, the strangers words. The rabid.333 dropping his beat. I stepped in last second, saying not today my friend, i like everyone else am the embodiment of everything, you shall not harvest him nor me. I will save as many as will allow themselves to be saved."
bba killa: "i see a vision...an albatross moving through serpents spinning in circles - their diameters marked by the tusk of the walrus.
mf: "......"
bba killa: "......"
bba killa: "i am the beginning and the end."
Mf: I see I am too late to save you.
bba killa has already reinvented himself as the pursuant plague. The solemn shamen will be guest starring after the commercial break. hence we move forward - ignition synergy sequence; shake and twist w/ wishful annihilation welcoming the implosion of reality.
give it your all......decimate everything.
mf: "you know that you are a lost soul..."
bba killa: "that is not up for discussion."
mf: "you know that time quivers at your feet..."
bba killa: "that prophecy is a sham."
mf: "let the dark and the light converge..."
bba killa: "it is already done."
agitation for gratification. calculated risk. entropy descending to consume us all. hanging from judicial terminals. how far have we come? where have you gone? eradicate resurrected fervor triggering time in the wake of nothing.
MF: sonnets floating sideways w/in my head. an arc in the current disturbs my vision. when you wrote me that scarlet letter i cried and then i bled. i bled inverted crosses. the agony haunts my mind. sometimes it seems like i can remember sunny days. you beckoned and i crawled on back through satin and glass.
bba killa: "cells are lysed never to rejuvenate again."
mf: "how can you justify this agenda?"
bba killa: "w/out yin there is no yang."
mf: "how very true..."
soaring so high - falling w/in. incision into the soul. A god adorned headache. w/ liberty (and tyranny...) for all. albino primates - prowling on the range. succumb to succubus sympathy. ingrown thorn. wrenching, writhing - the pain pours out of you. synapses pseudo-syndromes; unconscious time. drones thrown on the funeral fire. deluxe rendition - rejoice we are slaves to the system. murda allocation. submerged empathy. belief system network transfixed on satellite signals.
times are changing - nuances of nightshade strike hard w/ the fist of hades rendering you unconscious. (leaving you to realize...)
Messiah fats rubs his bloody knuckles, pushes bba into the toilet waste jettison chamber.
In the heart and soul of bba killa, rabid.333.rabid.332.rabid.331 is his slowing pulse as he drifts cold and vacant into the void of space.
Alone in his escape pod, Messiah fats can see the carcass of the Universe transport melting in the radiant heat of the sun as it continues on the course he set the navigation system to before abandoning the ship.
The stranger is that which we allow into our hearts against the will of what we know to be appropriate to the here and now, Messiah fats says too himself putting the thought out there for tranquility and the eternal in between the now and never.
It has no name, but resembles us when we look at it in the mirror," MF thinks with his lame messiah-wannabe thoughts.
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