KHAN-A-BEAST

Soft pillows of flesh synchronized in the abyss. Goatless village sleeps soundly. Infant demise illuminated in secrecy. Yahus is borned from the ashes of the flower. Czars of soft terrain arrive beneath a floured sun. Borderline granules glisten in the morning heat. Bustling streets full of hopeful inmates and inappropriate chatter. A flirtatious breeze whittling incoherency into the stone. Yahus tumbles in the weeds as his Bringer washes the blade and prepares for shechita. Holocaustic plunder remains intact. Grey sickness bleeds for attention. The bringer clutches the handle and calls to Yahus, "Yahus sweet prince of the heavens, eat not the gingko leaves, you will be numb."

Seek the silkboe--detachment. Yahus is without saying, an insuperable entity--lying flavors conflict pace. The bowels victorious in quarrel, disengage invincibility. Vector quantity inflamed in tanks of probability. Morose-blanket veil over contempt. Provoke intensity with shard of unified terror. Yahus--rankist, complains of Goloss propaganda. Infuriate the man with pencil--paper. Whilst Yahus was contemplating the gazelle began to graze. Yahus was an intimate, caring for others only when it pleased him. Controlling the evolution is his only concern. White flesh, beads of sweat, flimsy flaccid hope. Yahus sharpens his enamel.

Penectomizes the fetus and inserts his bleeding force into its mouth. Razor filament licks the warbled flesh. Strength diminished in fury. Flaps of fat, vessels of wine, speak clearly Yahus--fortune will be attained in due time. Smell the victory, Ultima Thule. Catch the gaze. Ferocious senility--of course in Bringer. Unconcerted kidney-demise in favor of paranoia. Yahus is the Shiva, the ultimate. He does not praise as one wishes, instead flaunts as necessary. Lips are saved for last and are nestled with mint, coriander, corn leaves, and fluff of the earth. The divine rug is saved as well, and is attached to oneself with the excrement of bovine. If you should find a hooded phantasm, TREASURE IT! Chest is askew, intestinal functions are interrupted. Rusty finesse injects consistency into Yahus. Yahus cracks gonnig with tubcoat anemone.

Yahus claims another weed--monstrosity. Incumbency knight stalks. Yahus is not a monk. Yahus takes the fetus, impales its hoof with a farmer's precision. Indeed Yahus contains many trades, not only woodsmanship. Yahus bastes the hoof with denile. Cuff the benign super--control methods. Atom jaundice chords. Yahus has hootnacrof with fetus's open lumps. Find deficiency Yahus, or they will snakeskin your manitobes. Yahus blows life into bowel, check one, check check. Curiously he probes a wicker nickel into the concentrated seep. Slurp the juice from my brow mighty maceman. Spare the victims until they ejaculate catharsis. Pastry calamity nixes mercury. Molested skin nailed to splinters. Epoxy saliva unto dermis. The sickness--human life begs to escape. Escape the overlooked container of existence. The bedrock beneath which scales dwell enchants my viscera. The male symphony strengthens the Sun. Glinting integrity; shards of chafing mentality. Nihilist maneuver dawns upon Yahus in dark eyes of opaque.
<b>This is an ongoing saga, I have finished the second part and will post it soon</b>

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