Oak McIlwain

love love love
kisses
sex
curves
beauty
love love love
semen being sprayed on breasts
love
licking clitorus
multiple orgasms
peace love peace

Dearest Warlord,

I feel that we are living in a cruel and bleak age.
We dwell somewhere between sex slaves and sex robots.

1510 - Rape
2010 - Jail
2510 - Rape

This notion bothers me. I question my will to live. Perhaps some form
of cryogenic freezing program will be effective?

I will have a note on my container stating: “Frozen. Summon from
hypersleep whenst sex robots hath been perfected”.

Heil war and lord…

Buntsdoom.

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Dearest Buntsdoom,

It is with heartfelt regret that I peruse this epistle.

It does indeed spell the end of an era when ones balls have swollen to
the nth degree and I find my own constitution pissing on me.

May a time come of blatant debauchery where an anus may throb with the
intensity of a million brown dwarf implosions.

I desire my semen to be distributed throughout space so that it may
chance impregnation of an alien woman called jesus.

Masturbation,
Saffron Robed Warlord.
Senior Lord of War.

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Thy immortal robed-one.

Heiled be thy legal rape of Humaniods…

Both our sacks have swollen to a point of no return. I will partake in
your discourse. We must build a rocket, cum all over it, send than
nigger into outer space and then wait for our half-cast, bastard
children to visit us from their homelands on Alpha Centauri.

Death to animals.

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Common to a robe is a hood.
And whence under thine hood is throbbing.
Do you seek to uncover the riches?
And be sprayed with divine nectar?

The hooded lord dictates the actions of lesser heathen toads.
And sends them on vast adventures down ancient and much coveted roads.

I sit and pluck pubes from my ballsack; Purple.

Graduation from this school is certainly assured.
I study and practice day and night.
I bitch and moan and put up a fight.
Inevitably I give in to various fungal infections.

You are the one to blame for everything.
Basically, I no longer take any responsibility for anything.
Speak to my lawyer.

Pork.

Love you, your gentle nature, easy going, flowing and often glowing.
Beautiful and it doesn’t have to be deep.
Beauty as simplicity and it’s ok in flesh.
Because I see all as one beyond each body of flesh and then
There is no judgment when I think you are hot.
Because you are
But you aren’t flesh
You are love
And you are me

So when I love you,
I love the universe and myself.
As Brahman floats in the absolute.
Pan sits alone and plays with his flute.

When the sky dropped like marshmallows
William was ready
He was ready steady

You only see purple now don’t you?
When the twins fell from their cradle.
Where were the lizards? The 11th hour.

Overwhelmed with love is the heart
But who can feel themselves when they were raised a sheeple
I don’t want to lose what we had last your leaving

This life aint fair
Oh my fair maiden
Oh yeah it was Bin Laden

Do I get to feel your boobs now
Pal Mall brown cow
You’re out in the fields and over the hills

So when I turn the key
You will all see that geomatrix light up like fire
And the seers will walk out of the fire
But the fire will remain in their eyes
And the energy will tear up their spines.

Those who have seen the needles I now tread
Will feel the pins or the pinch
Wow, what an amazing ass you have there
I don’t feel rude anymore when I stare
Any more rude that you putting on your make up

Squeeze em bitches, check for cancers
Check the cage full of hamsters

The cats got my tongue
That little kitties on the run
Dancing and smiling like only black cats will do

When the sky came down
A marvelous miracle
of miraculous clowns
William was ready
Do you want your death to come quick or slow Mr Sheeple?
Do you want to finally let go Mr Sheeple?

Because you ain’t got much time sweety

Times up; the end of time or the world of rhyme
Is in your hand my princess
You are divine
But don’t waste it
Because if you can waste it
It means you think you had it in the first place

Sitting alone in a tower with hands in pants; haunting.

God help me release these demons:

Cows grazing in the meadows; hands in pants.
The neighbours dog, cooked in white sauce; hands in pants.

I had sex with my boss last night.
He is giving me a promotion.
The back of my throat doesn’t taste so good though

I have several pet hamsters.
I feed them by hand.
Old flesh.
Handpicked from Clairemont 3am Saturday morning.
A good range to choose from and not many cops around.

I’m a christian on Sundays and an atheist for the rest of the week.
I thrive on road rage, fast food and depraved sexual deviancy.
My true god is a packet of tim-tams,
But I blame them when the weather is bad or I don’t win 1st division lottery.

A knock on the tower door…
Mother?
The ATO?
No, it’s just my balls again. Sneaking out while I’m on the shitter.
Always playing games with me.

She was better in bed than I had predicted.
Swallowed and everything which was great.
But she was just using me to make her boyfriend jealous
It’s ok. Not a bad trade really but I did like her.
My hamsters will too.
I’m sure.

God help me release these demons:

Jethro Tull playing live; hands in pants.
My neighbours wife, cooked in bolognaise sauce; hands in pants.

Sitting alone in a tower; haunting.

So the tears of blood flow
I no longer need to know what you know
And have no need to go where you want to go

Your need to mate is much greater than the truth to create
You give in to fate in the shame of those others, second rate
You are no longer my friend; You know I’d love to pretend

Imagine me flying in eternity!

He is a fool
Over the edge of the mountain walking
And he has his eyes closed and
That massive inward grin on his face

Where is your soul my people?
Where is your soul my friends?

Do you enjoy your cage?
Or do you not even see the bars any more?

You’ve got my company but look at me with no trust
You’ve forgotten what it means to live
Fear is the blanket you sleep under every night
and it remains like a halo as you sip your tea
and the body holds the truth as you continue lying to me

And he grins in spakling coins
And you look on with a reptilian claw reaching out those gleaming eyes
All the while your voice betrays your blatant secrets

All along I thought it was me lacking courage
Then it all comes together and I see that you didn’t have the guts to be honest
And that you just fell meekly into line with the rest of Hitlers men

I just do what I’ve been told
I really don’t want them to come around
Oh no
Oh no. You know who you are.

There is no love here and there is no pain

Creeping through the caves of old.
Searching for a rotting cadaver.
I want AIDS!
Let life kill you.

For millions of years I’ve wandered.
For billions of cult I’ve sod.
There is a darkness in her that’s hungry.
Sexuality.

On the seventh day there was blood.
And on the fourth she knows only sod.

Goat of the living dead!
Goat of the living dead!
Goat of the living dead!
Goat of the living dead!

I fucking thrust death inside you.
Spilling goatshit in troth!
Oh, it’s such a fucking mess.
Lean onto my throat and press.

Supposedly, she would hold a large butchers knife against the throat of the injured animal. Just before she orgasmed, the knife was thrust into the animal’s jugular. The blood would blossom. Once the animal had died, she would dismember the corpse and bury the pieces throughout her property.

Several months later.
The rotten limbs were exhumed.
She fucked the stench.
She.
Oh, shit, she was Goated!

And then, my friend, there was sod!
Goat of the living dead!

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Author: Buntz Doom

Forth: thine must be ushered.
Forth: into the conduct of Gringoid

It is imperative that the knowledge be imparted
Lest cast it away to be lost in the fire of time

Back in times of old
Whence barren women huddled around vulture corpses to feed
Was culted a way hidden from the lay man
The way of the gringoid

Spoiled was the vast land from the great ocean east
to the mountains, curving in a arch from west to north and east

Gone were the times of the banana paddle pop
The Twinkie; much culted, had dwindled in the lives of men

A rod was taken
and given and taken
A rod of sod
was given
Given and then taken
Taken; given taken

One lord of war was a devout follower of the ways
Blood was spilt
Through fear the lord held the sacred ground of sod
but in secret one of his cult deemed his testes foul in content
Years of fetid mcJizmo down a semi moistened passageway held sway
But in this event; the event of eventual dismay

Some say to be wary of Greeks bearing gifts
I say all but the gringoid shall perish

Those: foul women chewing vulture cartilage
Those: men who oppose the rein of sod
Thine: Becometh one with me oh demons, cast aside

A rod was taken
and given and taken
A rod of sod
was given
Given and then taken
Taken; given taken

infighting was plentiful

Riots: The last remaining Twinkies fuelled a violent uprising
Hidden: remained the last of the jewels of the old world
The holy rod in the well moistened passageway of the lord

Enshrined with all but the power to create
This is the divine fate of those who stand long

The heart of Hod
Shall lead the Gringoid
to the rod of sod

May it’s essence continue; unwaveringly
May the rod remain tainted; everlasting

Deepened.
Abyss of entrance.
With reverence, gaze unto the corn of ages.
With reverence, reduce yourself to a fine powder.
With social awareness, kill someone who is well-liked in the community.

I entered the abyss.
Faced with the corn of scorn.
I left.
Again, I entered.
I left…

I cannot wait to die.
I entered.
I left.
I often buy groceries late in the evening.
It’s a better way to shop, muchacho.

Oh, deepness is a virtue.

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Author: Andrew Buntine

Thanks to the lion for being so nice
if only she came from the land of the spice

Exception rules when rules will hide
Of you and me whose laughs are tied
To break the mold of eyes confined
A timeless path; True endless mind

I looked into my own third eye
Then slowly I began to cry
It seemed the only way to solve this game
was to destroy or to create

am I a muse, a distraction an escape?
Is that why you needed me?
now you will see that what you thought you held
was just one more illusory world

Anyone who does not see
Hurts by the very nature of non-seeing
Raised only to function for society
Is it any wonder we are all empty?

When we inflict pain due to obstructed nature
Without knowledge of our action
Is simply changing a few causes of pain enough to liberate humanity?

And when the bell tolles
It all falls down
A marvellous miracle
of miraculous clowns