Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Spine Wrenched

The gelatinous bulk stealthily disconnected himself from the wet frosty dampness of urban Strasbourg and entered 'The Citadel'. 'The Citadel' - a strong euphemism for the underbelly of the painfully horny bunch of french goths who deem it absolutely imperative that they vent the midday restraint they uphold upon their turbo charged itchy pants lifestyle. Dimitry - our man of infinitesimal quantities of cellulite tissue hanging grotesquely from every expansive portion of his structure - now makes his way forward through the thug crowd head banging to Anthrax.
"DIMITRY!!!" screamed a voice in the near distance.
Dimitry turned around in search of the source of the outcry. If it was ever a wonder how he heard someone calling out to him amidst all that audio violence, the fact that he made his way through the crowd all this way was quite incredulous in itself.
There was Chavo, flailing his arms about recklessly trying to grab Dimitry's attention.
A wave of acknowledgement responded back and the abdominus gluttonamous moved faster through the sea of long hair, black lipsticks - black as hell, cocaine, codeine, ginseng, extacy, kava, and finally made it past the floor, upon the altar, through the frosted glass cell to the lounge sofa that played divan to an uninhibited raunchy scene consisting of Chavo and 4 other buxom chéris locked together in a uncomprehensible kind of amour.
"Why am I here?"
Chavo looked up at Dimitry slowly and produced a grin that led Dimitry to realise that he wasn't going to get his answer anytime in the near future.
"Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the matrix. You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden assiduously avoided, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you, inexorably, here" retorted Chavo straight faced.
"Fuck you, you nut"
A chuckle escaped Chavo's mouth. "Where's your sense of humor?"
"In your jacket pocket you stupid bumblefuck", hissed Dimitry. "Its what you used to buy all these cock dumpsters all the booze that they're downing like skimmed milk."
"Come now, don't talk like that to Carolina. She's a darling, aren't you, bell...ll...ll...lla?"
The women giggled loudly and then started chattering amongst themselves while Chavo reached out with his free hand to pick up his packet of snort powder.
Dimitry scowled in irritation and collapsed on the rugged chaise longue that served as the respository of handbags, scarves and coats.
The dance floor thundered and the music exploded into a higher decibel detonation while the scene all over the netherealm got more suggestive and lewd.
As soon as Chavo was done with his line, he whispered something into the ear of one of his disciples upon which she got up from the couch and came towards Dimitry.
"May I suck on thy hyssop stick?" cooed the slut.
"Bah!!!" gruffed Dimitry.
The lady did a frolic dance around Dimitry, tushie bouncing and the nylons making it clear to see one's face in them.
Dimitry sat her on his lap and she proceeded to pop open each one of his shirt buttons.
Dimitry shuffled in his seat uncomfortably.
"Take it easy pappilein, I'm not going to bite."
The last of the buttons came undone, skin burst forth, fat immortalised in the gut.
The strumpet discontinued strutting her coy demeanour when she, all of a sudden, felt a strange feeling of disgust, awe, and fear all fused together.
She let out a scream which was drowned out by the pumping music but was heard by the group within the room.
She jumped off Dimitry and all the women in the room affixed their gazes on his chest.
There in the center of his chest was the diabolical and demonic figure embossed into the flesh.
Chavo chuckled and said aloud, "Oh ladies, pardon me for not mentioning it earlier but I invited Dimitry over for some brain-damage."
Dr. Lecter, may I introduce...

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