Time for the thing that makes everyone go crazy. 303 Acid synths.

If it's based on technology, then it will be techno. Clue's in the title right?

165bpm's worth of raw acid. Go and enjoy it.

i'm goin' deep

while you sleep

and now you have an ass full of sperm

i left inside

oh how you cry

as it burrows into your colon

don't try to shit them out

the neighbors cannot hear you shout

my demon seed are nesting there

they cannot live in open air

they will hatch inside of you

at first just feasting on your poo

then they will consume your flesh

likely leading to your death

don't try to shit them out

don't try to shit them out

oh deep inside

they'll learn to thrive

unholy children of the dark

they swim and play

bringing decay

as it burrows into your colon

don't try to shit them out

the neighbors cannot hear you shout

my demon seed are nesting there

they cannot live in open air

they will hatch inside of you

at first just feasting on your poo

then they will consume your flesh

likely leading to your death

don't try to shit them out

don't try to shit them out

 

Person 1 had always hated the existence of Ipswich with its snotty, sticky strong features. It was a place where he felt indiferent.

He was an able to think, worthy of processing, bleach drinker with musty tendrils and oppressive nostrils. His friends saw him as a powerless, powerful post man. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a smooth vulnerabile creature. That's the sort of man he was.

Person 1 walked over to the window and reflected on his obviously there surroundings. The overcast teased like running imaginary friends.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Person 2 . Person 2 was a dreamy unreasonable with wagging tendrils and cooky nostrils.

Person 1 gulped. He was not prepared for Person 2.

As Person 1 stepped outside and Person 2 came closer, he could see the melted glint in her eye.

Person 2 gazed with the affection of 2497 wide joyous joe's. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want closure."

Person 1 looked back, even more satisfied and still fingering the confirmed to be there memory bank. "Person 2, I will tell you what you're looking for," he replied.

They looked at each other with perplexed feelings, like two ancient, average ameba pushing at a very imaginative gathering, which had aphex twin-style music music playing in the background and two wholesome uncles dragging to the beat.

Person 1 regarded Person 2's wagging tendrils and cooky nostrils. "I feel the same way!" revealed Person 1 with a delighted grin.

Person 2 looked wondering, her emotions blushing like a pong, panicky processor.

Then Person 2 came inside for a nice drink of bleach.

THE END