He spent the evening in a sort of sleazy trance, sucking the Cosmic Nipple of Unloveliness. Gradually his self-satisfied cogitations gave way to a sort of disquiet and dread as he dreamt of lifting the shabby skirt of a thirteen-year-old slut. Imagine his anguish and doubt as she turned out to be the animated corpse of his favourite childhood aunt. He gasped as he buried his face in her greying pubic hair and suffocated in the decaying stench of her genitalia. Outside in a different world it was a bright spring morning, with the blackbirds singing and daffodils nodding in the breeze. He would never again know such an innocent scene as this as his youthful spirit was tormented by the noisome degradation of a hellish lust. O God, have mercy on those of us who still walk in the everyday world of men, tortured by such Satanic dreams of corruption and putrefaction!
John Thorkild Ellison
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