A Day in Paradise.

Once upon a time there was Sara. Sara could easily be considered a sexy person who’s style probably would not appeal to all.

All her friends knew her as a naked large breasted drunken satanic priestess with tattoos and piercings that drives a sports car and once was pulled over by the police and was forced to endure a gang bang by the whole police headquarters while performing a black mass with a 21″ strap-on, making the Police chief her bitch…

From that event a beautiful friendship was born that has endured to this day. Boy, that was a good strap-on, she hasn’t used another ever since. She also took a vow. She would never wash it. Everybody knows that washing strap-ons ruins their flavor.

Which bring us to her day job, the candy store. Where she fulfill her dream of selling candy to children, and their parents of course.

She had all the flavors you could think, but the most sought out one was the ‘large black dildo on steroids with nutra sweet’. That was popular with the young children and divorced women that joined her congregation alike…

The maintenance and raw material for the production of such successful candy was guaranteed by her night job. Anal fisting masochist mistress. She could also keep her sweet dildo at use. And she did. She would drive it deeply and harshly through any ass as no one could. Obviously such perfectly toned activity could only be carried out by a professional so in touch with its tools. Sara was the best at it.

The fame for both her jobs grew larger and larger. It even got to the point where her candy customers would ask for a glimpse of her strap-on to drool, and her nightly customers would ask for candy, shoved in all the wrong places of course, while drooling, but in this case the drooling was because they’re mouth was filed with the end all be all of dildos, giving them the taste they were anxiously awaiting for.

Unsatisfied customers or event critics were dealt with in a most delightful way. People that even thought about questioning Sara’s methods or services was instantaneously bitch slapped into reason. Afterwards they were sent to the deepest most dark corners of Sara’s dungeon, to be later on reborn as eternal sex slaves and disciples, showing nothing but utmost devotion and pain tolerance. Constipations were instantaneously cured by the conversion process and both Prince Albert and Princess Albertina were commonly known to appear.

And then there was Alice. She lived in her wonderland, with vanishing cats, rabbits with hats and queens with large fury pussys. What she liked most about her wonderland was the Egg that she always tried to fit into her behind without breaking. This activity brought her serious health problems as her rectum became injured by all the egg shells that pierced it. She had to stop shitting for a while, which explains why she always talked crap.

Eventually she meet Sara. She was the best thing that ever happened to her, after the discovery of nicely shaved pubs, and ball gags.

Her rectal injury almost took her life when the king tried to fuck her ass and got with his dick all scratched by the egg shells. The queen noticed the king’s fucked-up dick and tried to have her head. By head I obviously mean, suck her strap-on that unfortunately was covered with rusty tetanus infected razor blades.

When all seamed lost Alice managed escape her wonderland by stop doing drugs. All was accomplished with the help of Sara, that stuck her strap-on into Alice’s throat for about a week. This way she had no choice but to use her nose only to breathe.

And both lived happily ever after as a lesbian, fist fucking, lollipop sucking, cherry licking, waxed nipples, satanic priestesses that did black masses on Sunday afternoons, dynamic duo.

Mohebius & Metal Storm

And at the seven day…

“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore!”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”
Merely this, and nothing more.”

Edgar Allan Poe – The Raven

SURGEON GENERAL’S WARNING: Quitting Smoking Now Greatly Reduces Serious Risks to Your Health.
Now who would want that? Specially when you have such nice herbs one can smoke, that help you see things on a much prettier light.

Take the Star Wars trilogy for example. How do you think George Lucas came up with that story?? I’ll only tell you that it was some good, i mean GOOD shit.
In case of doubt just think of it…
We have an invisible thing called The Force that surrounds us all; A parent that wears a black mask and a leather costume; Incest between brother and sister, and I’m almost positive that the whole episode back on the Moon ofEndor was some bad acid trip, or else how do you explain the Ewoks?

And to prove my point just see how the actors turned out.
Princess Leya smoked more pot that there is savanna in Africa, Obi Wan kept popping out some little robots, and Luke, what can i say but “Use the Force, Luck” (Freud would analyse this Force thing as a euphemism for gang-masturbation).

Don’t get me wrong, I’m a fan of Star Wars as much as the next man, my point is, MAN that shit was really good…

Mohebius

Desires…

William Shakespeare’s Macbeth

“Stars, hide your fires:
Let not light see my black and deep desires:
The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.”

–Act 1, Scene 5, Lines 50-3: Macbeth to himself

I was going to talk about the lunch hour, but that involve having to explain the cow freezing ships and why that is more humane, and what the hell is a cow freezing ship..
So instead, and picking up on Macbeth theme, we’ll talk about dark desires.

Today we had a meeting where everybody spoke their mind about what is wrong, in the hope that it mattered and things changed, or at least this was what management wanted.
News flash: People don’t change! They can make an effort, and they can even try to adjust, if the adjustment is somewhat related to the way they feel, but change? nope, nobody changes.
And so we could see in everyone’s faces a dark desire, the same desire that compels a kid with a match box to lit it all up and set the world on fire.
Now I understand why the Holly Inquisition burn people at the stake… for all the pretty lights, but later in time, as burning people was banned they came up with LSD.

ohhh and pretty they are… eerrrr but that’s all we’ve got time today…

Mohebius