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I stand on one leg, rest the other on the top windowsill of my vantage point in the dallas schoolbook depository. eyeing down my mons venus, i line up my birth canal with my target and account for wind resistance and bullet drop. by popping into a squat, i hear that familiar ka-CHAK indicating a round has been chambered. today, my little bwendolyn makes history.
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from my position on the bottom of the orbital platform, i could see the cybercityscape stretch undifferentiated across the surface of Urth-69. my stomach rumbled, the flesh writhing with hungry young. i felt my boi-yoni stretch and disdend, heard the wet snapping as my anatomy rearranged itself. i suppose it hurt, but my body was a distant discomfort i watched, slack-faced, go about its wretched business. i saw it, myself, i suppose i was the one who pulled down my fishnets, the soaked-through panties i stole from senpai's laundry, i popped a squat upon the translucent hatch, and saw it gently unclench. What horrors rained down upon that planet I cannot name. I only know the name which screams through every fried neuron with each successive cummies: Onii-san. Onii-san. Onii-san, I love you. Onii-san, I live for you. Onii-san, fill me with your hungry love. Onii-san. crimes |
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my baby kills threads at a college level 
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its good to start a college fund early, its even gooder to cryogenically freeze all ur organs on the off chance lil'spunky needs a spare ticker when he turns 69
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