Consumer Self-Awareness and the Ever-encompassing Darkness Of the Infinite

sonuc lifted each anguished heel with more remorse than the last. The hodgy home had become barren and remorseful with not a trace of sustenance spared Kramy’s bulgeous feast. The duty was rest solely on Sonuc to refurnish their pale room and board. Sonuc grimaced with the torment of a seal. He glanced the starboard bounty and flustered a grinding grimace at the haunting bouquet of sinful product. “as if this world ain’t enough for my worries…”he shouted, hard. The store keep wondered who shouted’m but wished he would never find out, never grace that hallway with his own regretful saunter. Instead he willed a security office tarry to the steamy source of the fucking problem, the asshole sonuc his babyfringed self. “excuse me sir, but we’ve had enough” the manager stunted, but sonuc countered fuckin fast. “don’t even let me on to your shitlist! I’ve got paying money and I’m aiming to part my ways.” He fumed, his eyes blistered with the decay of a thousand suns. “pardon me. Your intensity had me all in a fluster…”he bitched.
“none the more forgiven sir. We’ll have to ask you to get it out, and take your bad vibes and the chip on your shoulder with you when the door slams your heart from our minds.” He bubbled.
“gnnnnnnnn….”but sonuc could form no words to accurately display his thoughts. For the words did not exist. And neither did his thoughts. sonuc boarded his quandary and flew towards the depot, a stiny look in his eyes. The manager could only watch with a look of complete understanding as his universe ate him alive.

sonuc fell home with a stain up his knee, and lifted the door to his home with a speed unlike his other. “Kramy, do you get it?” he chuckled. “youre beggin me outta house and home! If I see one more disastrophe from your bilgey maw, I’ma bust this joint!” he fuckin YELLED. He yelled like a dodgy motherfucker, and his speech hustled wall to wall, never staying in one place for long. But it was not Kramy who met his gaze, but that little shit tales. tales spoke in sweet nothings and whispered candies in his ear, but sonuc knew it had to stop, and it had to stop NOW. “tales…I’m ready to receive you.” He wondered aloud. “NO WAIT.” He remembered. “I am never.” And he smacked the child with a posterious lump.

tales was dead.

Kramy crawled from the shutters and lifted her eyes into the sky. “son, ick.@”
“the words…”he felt them in his eyes and they dripped down his throat, until he felt that himself could use them. “sonuc” he repeated into the light. “I AM…sonuc” kramy corrected.
For once, even sonuc wasn’t sure what the hell was going on. This was intense for all parties involved. tales turned his dead eyes to sonucs open gap, and saw him struggle to form a retort. sonuc had been bested at last, and didn’t fucking know what he was to do. His only option was to run toward the nearest retreat and cower into the night of the early morning.

tales was fucking DEAD. sonuc noted with a fleeting dogballed innocence. That was when it hit him..these feelings…he had felt them already. sonuc had never felt anything more than once, except once twice, and twice once. He then felt an ever-breaching darkness fill the dark recesses of his anus. He was losing his hodgery and it was draining fast, via vaginal seepage. There was only one doctor buckles who could refuse him now, and that was the doctor buckles, doctor buckles. Doctor buckles was just the doctor, buckles, for the job of being his. Doctor. Buckles answered the doorween with a fashionable penis protrusion from his feathery heart. There were cheetos on his flannel and green days in his crease. Each word he spoke was a billowing stenchballoon of oppressing stalworth. “Holy motherdamning godfucker, sonuc! You look like your days have passed! You need some ren and stimpy? You would like a ritz bit? I would break a kit kat bar, you off a piece of?” By now sonuc would have shouted his desperation to the depths of it all, but his hodgings had been fleeting for some time. “Listen buckles, I am feeling a little under the weather, do you think you could do something you are a surgeon after all.” He stated. As plain as the day.

Buckles died.

sonuc grunned with a shit up his spout. “oh my god I must contact the police officials” he thought, no more no less. sonuc ran to the steep of the rainquarters and buried his fickle ferocities into a pint and a sandween. The proprietor of this land knew his dickery more than most, and let out a belt of orgasmic fury. “listen sonuc, you are too much and a half! We can’t have you around this proprietary my customers will gain twice the aids they are used to, at best! Leave, leave before your gaping faceween can bellow any shitty babysound!” “I don’t understand sir or madam” sonuc confessed. Everyone freaked the babies out! “sir, my hodgings have run dry. I am no more than a common podge now.”
“well for the best they shouted” the proprietor said. “how did”sonuc didn’t even start.

sonuc worried his butts to the sweepn’low, his favorite doctors just below. “doctor you gotta help me! I have lost alllll my hodgings! I can’t go on like this! Without my unfathomable intensity and incomprehensible speech mannerisms I can’t manage to endure my shitty life. Those hodgings are all I have to keep me from blowing my brains out. Living in a senseless world of impossibility is the only way I make it through the day” he complained, pretty much like a bitch would do.

“you need a hodginjection you little fucker” the doctor smirked and snuffed. We don’t have any donors, except but this one. He pointed his bustly claws to the nearest staleway, and sonuc beheld the most atrociously faggasmic wad of hodgery his eyes had ever stain.
“he died of a overhodged uterus, he was so hodged I can’t even begin, nobody knows” I the narrator can not even write how hodged he was, nor can I properly describe the baffling of the doctor at his overhodgery. “ok kid ok I WILL do it up” the doctor believed.

The transfer ended no sooner than it had stopped, and sonuc was growing all the more feasless with each passing rigidy ganch bellowing to his hindswallows.
“docter, im fearing a stance” sonuc realized. His hodgeways were pumping like an oil in the lane. But it was all wrong, turns it out that there were a few more transplants scheduled that day, and sonuc had gotten the raw deal of a bitchload of hodge. There was so much filling every crevasse of his vagina that he began to billow and risp like a fletchy gallbermung. “ive with each past seen the noises you’ve found from each night of your days” sonuc comprehended.

The doctor didn’t know what to make of all this and was probly dead or dying one would hazard to guess.

sonuc bitched his grassy knolls out of the hollipast and rambled to the furthest reaches of our minds. “I’m not” sonuc knew.

tales awoke from his death in a haze, and felt each ball on his person for signals of rigor mortis. Just then he felt a creeping malaise spike up his rectum, not the usual rectummalaise either. He knew shit was goin up.

sonuc became one with the atmosphere of the room and tainted it with a sullying emptiness. “you’ve not a chance” sonuc materialized. The kids all ran their separate ways to head for the hodgerboard. They knew this day.

sonuc understood it all for once, and lifted it all above his mind and twisted it so many ways that nobody could hear much anymore. “LET ME OUT” kramy believed she heard herself say, but she couldn’t be sure. sonuc became more and more until he was more than anything ever had been. Sallymander grappled from her kennel and yelped from her inner tormented bowels a siren sound of compliance, and all grew still. The sonuc universe viewed her and realized its danger, attempting to slow the rate of its ascent, but it was too far gone.

Buckles shouted from his home at the terror that was the sky and fucked from the corners of his mind at the world around him that he once called his cousin. “do you want to play Guess Who?” Buckles bellowed from the depths of his butt.

sonuc was aware of every who it could ever be, and could shout them all at once, but chose instead to become more than just all perceived reality. sonuc needed more. He became abstract thought, he became all that ever has-been or is-was. sonuc was playing chess with the infinite and date raping the unknown. sonuc was. And is was sonuc.

tales babied his feet from the bottom of his wheels barren, and stepped his balls into the creepest corner of the hodgeyhouse that was. tales knew just what to do, that little rascal!

tales began to masturbate furiously, as this action he began was now part of sonuc. sonuc grew sickened to know that he was one with tales’ bitchy act of selfpleasure and grew heinously bemused. Kramy joined in the fight, gorging herself on shits and asphalt, while buckles just started hanging around. The actions of every foul oderous creature of all were now the living embodiement of all that sonuc was, and he found it bumblesome.
“nope” sonuc was. “not goin for this sonuc says” sonuc thought. “just then, sonuc punched you tales! He did watch he will” sonuc said as he kicked kramy. Then for good measure he punched tales, by manipulating the house into performing the act for him, as he was no longer a tangible feasery.

The one character in the hodgeuniverse who spoke in coherencies just then bust from his home with a snooze up his mind, but none the less ready.

“sonuc did you just become everything? Stop it! It’s not going so well for the rest of us who are stuck dealing with being a part of you! I feel more irritable and bothered already. I even feel less tangible.” Said Charles, but he was pretty faggy so nobody was really paying all that much attention. sonuc however heard, because I mean he was everything, including the words charles had just spoken.

All this sense and circumstance felt sonuc up a harsh storm. sonuc had just heard someone rationalize, AND speak coherently. He was not ready. He began to recoil until he reached a much less encompassing self and returned relatively to his bongcramping self.

“I’m none the wiser for the trip and these fools are still a crumpet up my quarters” sonuc bemused like a flailing Irishman, no ways left to his own withinings.

tales held back on the rape for now, for once, he knew it was not the time. Then he did it anyway because this is tales we are talking about here. Sallymander understood. Kramy was probably asleep or dead or eating.

sonuc crumbed a weary drow and pooped along to his bedways, and pulled the blandlings along his ways. “this is the worst most atrocious I’ve ever believed it to hear” sonuc clucked. And with a merry giggle he slipped into his mind a little less hardcore than that other time.

But with each day the loose mass of excess hodge bellowed through the air, tempted to poison those who fucked it all just a little too loose. Buckles awoke one night to the most baffling lunchable he had ever seen and it all began anew. But that story is for a faggot so I will let stream tell you sometime, if you ever mess with that cunt but don’t do it she is boring and fucking lame and has like 8 babies a day.

No shit I am serious