Circles

Dark cold black walls covered from top to bottom in pulsating erected cocks, dripping and shooting there loads across the room screaming and crying with mumbled slurs of fuck, fuck, fuck, teased till veins pop and heads explode into the pure musical rhymes of jazz, leaving a mixture of the pureist blood and seamen over the checkered floor, forming a beast of the devils creation that slithers towards me crying in pain and pleasure, devouring me to points of pure sexual pleasure causing me to explode into a universal majesty of heaven.