CAN'T A BROTHER GET A LITTLE PEACE?
Quote from: Rumwolf on August 19, 2009, 02:09:52 amQuote from: Triple Zero on August 18, 2009, 10:35:40 pmthat's almost like Lovecraft slashfic!ZALGO HE CUMS :1fap:
Quote from: Triple Zero on August 18, 2009, 10:35:40 pmthat's almost like Lovecraft slashfic!ZALGO HE CUMS
that's almost like Lovecraft slashfic!
that blows! I miss EOT too!
Quote from: Cramulus on August 18, 2009, 09:49:33 pmQuoteAnd it struck me that death was the sole outcome of my erection, and if Simone and I were killed, then the universe of our unbearable personal vision was certain to be replaced by the pure stars, fully unrelated to any external gazes and realizing in a cold state, without human delays or detours, something that strikes me as the goal of my sexual licentiousness: a geometric incandescence (among other things, the coinciding point of life and death, being and nothingness), perfectly fulgurating. Yet these images were, of course, tied to the contradiction of a prolonged state of exhaustion and an absurd rigidity of my penis. that's almost like Lovecraft slashfic!
QuoteAnd it struck me that death was the sole outcome of my erection, and if Simone and I were killed, then the universe of our unbearable personal vision was certain to be replaced by the pure stars, fully unrelated to any external gazes and realizing in a cold state, without human delays or detours, something that strikes me as the goal of my sexual licentiousness: a geometric incandescence (among other things, the coinciding point of life and death, being and nothingness), perfectly fulgurating. Yet these images were, of course, tied to the contradiction of a prolonged state of exhaustion and an absurd rigidity of my penis.
And it struck me that death was the sole outcome of my erection, and if Simone and I were killed, then the universe of our unbearable personal vision was certain to be replaced by the pure stars, fully unrelated to any external gazes and realizing in a cold state, without human delays or detours, something that strikes me as the goal of my sexual licentiousness: a geometric incandescence (among other things, the coinciding point of life and death, being and nothingness), perfectly fulgurating. Yet these images were, of course, tied to the contradiction of a prolonged state of exhaustion and an absurd rigidity of my penis.
Bump because I just discovered there's a moviehttp://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/georges_batailles_story_of_the_eye/
