MidbrowArt - The Mask of Amontillado
Yeah, yeah, so it's more masks. I don't fucking care. I'm not getting paid for this.
And it's your fault. Yes, you. You know who you are, just sitting there with that weird grin on your face and your hands exploring
the world of wonder in your pants, not caring if anything is for sale or not, just watching...waiting...hoping for a little spark from
Little Sparky that will make you feel alive for one more second before you spill your copious quantity of man seed, leaving it to dribble
down your legs like some kind of alien amoeba on moonshine. Did I make that suitably stupid sounding? I'm not sure. I'm never sure
if my level of stupid is really up to par. Sigh. The lonely life of a lecher. I tell ya, it sucks sometimes.
© Terry Donovan 2003-2007