My mind is crumbling, and it has been doing so slowly since a few years back when I experienced one of the most horrific things in my life. When the sea angels were there to take me away, out there in that little brick pathway on campus. The sea angels, with their crystal-nippled titties and their cunts cold as corpses but tighter than the tunnel which leads to true happiness. These angels are NOT about happiness! They are about deceiving you with the blood that gushes from their breasts and beckons you to lick it; then you do and you DIE like a convulsing cockroach! Away from me, foul wenches! I am the MorBiD MastUrBAtOr! More cleverly colorful and more causticly charismatic than a BATMAN VILLAIN! HAHAHA! Watch me CUM and join in the fun!
On that fateful night, surrounded by the stark, gnarling dead and barren trees; smitten by the cold January wind when I was all alone, alone for so long that the Ghost of Cain crept sneakily between the subtleties of my crumbling mind. They were trying to POSSESS me, turn me into a graveyard-faced murderer with blood gushing from my eyes and a cross carved into my forehead that burned into my brain and just made me want to FUCK, fuck anything around me that giggled or wiggled as I screamed. Alone! Alone in January, in the dark; surrounded by those ghastly trees as the sickeningly naked flesh of the sea angels caressed me and tried to make it better. Tried to soothe me as the insidious worms that infested that once gorgeous, delicious red apple came in. I felt a "swoosh!swoosh!swoosh!" go all through my being, beyond my body; I was a shiny red apple and they were trying to take a bite!
Snow White was an apple-eating slut and Walt Disney is my sworn enemy! I do beleive I have a soul because they were trying to TAKE it that night. Terror engulfed me and I didn't know what to do. The sea angels rubbed my shoulders and licked my numb face, saying, "It's alright, baby; it's going to be over soon and you won't have to be miserable anymore. We're going to take you away now and the worms will use your body to do those things you are evidently too weak-willed to do." They were trying to console me, make it all better; make me resign to the fact that the worms were taking away my life, my soul, my eternal existence, and I didn't know what else to do but get on my knees and PRAY. Pray to the Golden Darkness as I became an enemy of God and Satan alike! Pray like I never had before as the "swoosh!swoosh!swoosh!" rushed through my being and I thought for certain my body would be sitting somewhere in the trauma ward of the local hospital soon, not knowing who the fuck I was and essentially being dead to the world and all the boys and girls I had ever touched and felt would be dead too, my memories shattered. My mind is crumbling!
What to do? I conjured up the will somehow as I prayed. I felt the blood rushing to my crotch. I got an erection! Hee! Hee! I somehow manged to get it HARD, like a champ, there in the snow as I cried and pulled out my numb cock out there in the sub-zero weather and stroked it. My cock was so shriveled that I could only wrap a couple fingers around it, pinching it. The sea angels tried to grab my cock and help me but I shooed them away and I stroked it and cried; and screamed; my brain was deteriorating and I STILL haven't recovered. But I can still masturbate, right then and there I stroked it and I remember a few people walking by, in awe, in shock of my act but I was fighting for my sanity. Morbid masturbation from that night on became a fucking WAR! And I prevailed; and I ejaculated; and I gushed a meagor spew there on the cold sidewalk; I crawled to the right a little bit, off the brick walkway. Gasping as the angels rubbed my ass, on my knees I prayed and made sure to get a few drops of the cum on the snow nearby because I thought that would seem more poetic to talk about later. Then the worms retreated. I lied there on my back with my stubby, frozen little sword of immaculate flesh and holy, holy blood of Christ hanging out and being kissed by the wind, but did not care. I sighed in relief. I was not going to go totally insane on that night.
It is now, what, let's see, about SEVEN years later and I still haven't quite recovered from that horrid experience. It was the most hideous experience I had ever had. Most people describe a "religious" experience as something beautiful, joyous, and what-not. But this was one of utmost HORROR. Like Jacob, I wrestled with God and won . . . . . through morbid masturbation.
Some will doubt. Some will say I'm a liar. Some will simply shrug their shoulders and say, "Cool, dude, whatever." And there are those, I've heard, who say masturbation is "not manly," that I should overcome my passions and channel this energy toward being more productive and useful to the world. Still others say that "Those who masturbate are timid and cowardly- especially MORBID masturbators." And I say to them "Have YOU wrestled with God? Wrestled with God and won?" I severely and undearly doubt it, my little sanctimonious and self-righteous smurf who thinks I should be wearing sackcloth! I'll tell you one thing, if I ever wear sackcloth it will be with my beautiful, gorgeous COCK in my hand, that's for sure! HAHA! Something for you to think about as I become weary and need to close this little entry.
