“Then It comes down.

Farther, farther still

Into the deepest point

Flabby squishy, Right in the soul.

Here I come, get ready to stroke some pole

Get the weed lets smoke a bowl

I will let you share my booty hole.”

Twilight screeched into the black abyss of goop and doop, screaming for original characters to taint her vaginal chastity for snot filled butt burgers. And the great pant leg of Absolom rose from the Freudian cyst in the mind of the poor pony. It splattered the rooms of time with cum like mucus gluing reality together like the conjoined Siegfried of Ardennes in search for Bartholomäus.

Her friends lay in a stupor so massive that Bathomet himself writhed in his bath of erections on the third moon of Luxembourg. The fools of Twilight drank the tainted stew that was forbidden to all who could not see with both nostrils wide open and ready to take the universal essence.

Her friend, Pink One began to babble the great babble of the Ashmolean tongue as gendered holes began to sprout across her body. She ended her ejaculation with the great prayer of Xorn the defiler:

“Lord Deer, the Great Queer Being of the Gay Space between heaven and purgatory, Hear my plea of ecstasy.

Please fill my great Floog with the androgynous liquids of Asinus so I may vanquish the Sennacherib from thy holy spleen. Please forgive the normalcy I bestowed upon the fiery pit of Non Fiction and take me within your thighs so you will hunger no more.

Pink One screamed in pain as fingers burst from her hooves and sprayed the collapsing diner with fluids. The fingers twisted her nipples until she became Oblivion, the minion of Triskelion herself.

Twilight ran, her incantation failed and her eyes began to melt. She ran to earth and then the sky, she pierced her vagina with a scythe.

So she may take a great lord as her wife

And put an end to this and every strife

Returning the world back to life

But only before the knife

Oblivion came until her breast were gelatinous. They filled the country with rubbery milk and brought agony to all the sinners that it touched. The pure who remained were consumed by the great son of Philotes who took their pieces to the meat forest of Zhou.

Twilight bleeding from her wound and weeping tears of shit bellowed to the great beast that once was her friend.

“Oh Triskelion’s Oblivion! Please hear my last plea! Tell me one last tale before I perish into the melt! Please, before the coitus of unraptured existence takes me.”

The Oblivion sat on her haunches and crushed all asunder with powerful glutes and killed the heart of the world.
The Oblivion’s head split apart and out of her third eye stood a mighty phallus. The faces of her other friends dripped out of the urethra. The Rare One, The Fast One, The Yellow One, The Ugly One, and The Dumb One oozed from the orifice
They spoke in unison of things long past. Their words scorched the Earth of Flem and let the lum rise. A great Orca, an Avatar of must appeared in the mind. Eyes began bleed the semen of the Deer God. The in between lord of Gay and remnant of the Geyiklü. A swirl of visions appeared and let loose geese of fire and poison to be flung at the Sambucus that grounds the earth into the abyss. Black and red filled the dark fires of the shit pile and the moon screamed as pink blood gushed from her throat. The mountains began to drown in a river of puke and everything that walked upon mother Gaia’s Tits were consumed by a mass of genital.
The great Ziz, hearing the story begin again flew up and swallowed the sun before leaving the sea to boil in piss.
“Once there was a man with two hands named Hansen
He was very handsome
His cheeks were rosey
His mind was full of Posy
And he never wiped a day in his life”

The world split in two like the legs of a Babylonian whore and were consumed by the red and black taint that washes in the shores of human souls. The stars snuffed out one by one as the blackness of the sky became constipated sludge. Lo, the babies began to splatter upon the nothing and bake in heat of eternity. Reality smelled of the broken eggs of the Ostrich. And holy spears began to cucumber the consuming nothingness. The great Oblivion began to be consumed with her own flatulence until she imploded into the nightmares of children over fifty years of age. Still the story remained. Its words festering like an open gash of excrement. It tainted the broken universe with it being. The story echoed through walls that no longer exist.

Twilight was there forever unchanging. A story needs to be heard or it does not exist. There was a piercing of flesh and Twilight become one with the words. She formed an omen.

And that became of the sky. A new melt upon the blemish of the lord.

“I found the taste of tobasco dreams too full of horse

The lettuce upon thy brain became too rough and coarse

I told the tour guide I only speak a little Norse

And that’s when we connected urethras”

And so this will continue on, Twilight. You are now a thing with fingers and arms and eyes and ears of round. You have become the listener, the reader, the follower of this tale forever more until the sky becomes purple again. You will see through the eyes of many. Your body is no longer your own and neither is your will. The destiny has prescribed you to listen to this tale.

No matter how much it hurts, no matter how hard you plead it will continue on till infinity.

Your eyes are now paper and your body is now words, Your thoughts belong to other gods and you will only sniff turds.

You spread your butt cheeks wide and stick your head within.

And you hear the story of ass.

Author's Note

It has been written. Now you must live with it.