Cannibal Cannabis Buddha
and
The Night of the Living Dead
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I could feel a fleet of cockroaches prying (Secret Che Link)

turns your mind into an elephant balloon machine

The Littlest Erisian turned out to be a Bounty Hunter for a militant medical-fetish support group known as YaTWaH.
"You will thank me some day for betraying you, my Love," said Prarie Dawn Tinkle-fuck.

A creature from beyond the stars - evil, beautiful, deadly

Try it at Studio 54!

Beneath the shadow of a moth you hide

The Littlest Erisian shot Cannibal Cannabis Buddha in the heart with a blowgun and dragged him back to Mistress Alice's House of NO Discipline Whatsoever where he was tormented into Samadhi by The Good Doctor, who was nothing of the sort, and Her entourage of Slickly Transparent Bisexual Good Nurses and Seventeen Wingèd Sentient Hypodermic Needles of Doom!

While she's spaced out and vulnerable

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I used to run around with my head like a soupcan

you suck the last glass splinter

Who wants to one of God's carrier pidgeons?

banging on his belly-drum

enclosure is soft and deep