She Met "It"

Once upon that fucking time

an indexed princess

was travelling alone

until "It" imploded.

"It" was raining,

she ignored it.

"It" imploded. Again.

Fashion victimized particles

without fashion sense.

She kept travelling,

away from her

because iron skies

were hailing bullets.

She watched herself

become swiss cheese.

"It" ate her.

THE END.

The Fruitcake Rebellion

Once upon a time
my mom was
a tower. But
it was demolished.
Then, fruitcakes rebelled
against themselves, dying.
This carnival exploded.
THE END.

UNFOLD MY KITTENS!

Once upon a time
a ravenous raven
was hospitalized in
a crystal basement
where pocket vaginas
were distributed to
cancelled armageddons. It
happens sometimes. So,
the raven whitened
and became invisible
to blind-folded nurses
and blind doctors.
Choking carrots, whispering
"the oranges lie".
UNFOLD MY KITTENS!
BEHOLD THE CUTENESS!
Suddenly, they flew.
No! Come back!
They did...silently.
But then, suddenly
but expectedly, anger
slowly disappeared. The
kites dropped bombs
from the ground
on heaven's rectum
inside the planet's
acid filled clouds
which were alkaline.
These contradictions were
imposed by laws.
Promising nothing, water
tried desperately to
flood indecent days
down the mountains
of her breasts.
THE END.

The Clouds' Fertility

Once upon a time
carrying babies to
a sharp edge
was like using
a pink thong.
It was feminine.
So, men also
threw fetus pizzas
against cubs walls
to delight clouds.
However, the clouds
got wet with
their own rain
from god's bathtub
which was dry.
Obviously, the pizzas
were breeding with
women in rails
because they can.
THE END.

Yet Another RS

Once upon a time
a spinning moon
was dancing in
the 70's. But
the dance ended.
The rain started
without clouds. Odd.
Natural toxins spread
into the world
of plastic trees
where iron was
used by cows
to make cheese.
They were intelligent
,those cows! However,
brain eating flowers
were sick because
they ate coins.
Money isn't intelligence.
So, laser needles
were on strike
to the women
because they wanted
a membership to
the cow's iron
knitting club. They
weren't allowed because
they melted beautiful
laser sandpits with
their purple laser
which wasn't purple.
Oh the lies
are the cakes.
And my spite
goes to the
once full grave
of some graveyard.
There, lipsticked girls
were playing with
ghosts. It was
creepy but fun.
Until of course
dawn came which
made them evaporate.
THE END.

Again We Begun

Once upon a time
it began again
and ended twice
so we have
returned to the
beginning once again.
So let's just
end it like
we began it,
to start it
all over again.
We respawned at
square one, so
to reach square
eight, a sacrifice
was hired, because
we haz goldz!
Square eight was
assimilated in one
relentless assault, with
bonus points awarded
and a square-up.
Records were reached
for ultimate failure
because a trap,
set by ourselves,
threw us to
the beginning...again.
Starting again is
like gelatin, it
shakes our self-confidence.
We had to
spray fruitless skies
with tutti-frutti juice.
THE END.

In The Void

Once upon a time
in the void,
everything was empty
and dark, almost
fading time itself.
An aimless comet
exploded into pieces
burning in slow-motion
and with self-grief,
like a flying
dead eagle, it
created a nightmarish
realm of eternal
strife and sorrow.
Nobody heard it
because sound waves
were in .mp3.
Another universe ate
itself with anger
and was stopped
by the poliverse.
A charming purple
was engaged with
monophonic irreligious flames.
By the light,
OPEN THE DOOR!
Milleniums passed since
they hailed to
the void and
now are empty.
THE END.

The Apocalypse Cinema

Once upon a time
a pizza girl
was delivering onions
and roasted tomatoes
to local carrots.
The carrots were
torturing the onions
and the tomatoes
while raping potatoes
with surgical knives
and drugging them
with magical mushrooms
dissolved in serum.
The serum, boiling,
peed brufen syrup
and pooed aspegic,
invoking a pharaoh-
-killer female sphynx,
making penises shrink
and pussies enlarge
in erotic sandstorms
and sperm rainstorms.
This movie ended
with no credits,
so, the DVD
was devilishly corrupted
and ejected itself
hitting and bashing
a tower with
righteous fury and,
making acid spill
through its eyeballs
to the audience,
reducing them to
smoking souls heading
to the smoking-zone.
The molecules rebelled
along with the
non existing particles
starting an atom-
-splitting swing party.
The old gods
captured the DVD's
eyeballs for questioning
but none answered
(eyeballs don't talk).
The stupid gods
incinerated them in
a toxic waste
vending machine. They
manufactured nuclear cokes
and drank them
to change sex
and generate pubic
teacups with virgin's
tities and lemons
smelling them. Then,
their bras splitted
and flew inside
to the gods'
pervert realm of
mistresses of doom.
The mistresses ate
their breakfast and
rode reptiles for
the reptile race
of holy tournaments.
The bras were
cursing entities by
the name of
vinyl airplanes approval.
THE END.

A Girly Rhino

Once upon a time
a rhino in
girly underwear was
sliding in feaces
made of roses
which smelled great.
A flower died.
That was sad.
Really really sad.
An emo gangbang
started running after
a running gag (haha-pun xD).
They caught it
and raped it.
Poor thing. Anyways,
chairs came alive
and started dying
under the rhino's
colossal cock that
ejaculated all evil.
Then a nice
kawaii japanese girl
went away. Pity!
Croissants exploded, so
there's no cheese
and no ham
so, we'll die
of chocolate overdose
but there is
frozen butter at
the south pole.
We'll never reach
it in time,
so let's masturbate
to forget it.
An eclipse then
started flashing in
through the scales
of a fag's
fishy dildo. Oh
supreme lord of
pleasure and greed
don't sodomize me!
My vaginal imagination
is penetrating thorugh
Júlia Pinheiro's ass
until it reaches
thy fertilized ideas.
THE END.

Sweeping Swinging Sweets

Once upon a time
throwing peanuts through
arcs was fashionable,
emotive and sexy.
It attracted many
straws filled with
efervescent bread that
was immediately eaten.
But one day
the night came.
Desperately, townsfolk ran
to the fire!
The luminous fire
burned their fleshless
mechanical bodies. Wow!
Accounts were created
to help rich-
-flavoured milk to
be taken away
to the trashcans.
Sweeping swinging sweets
all over the
marble floor made
them throw themselves
to circus rally
flying coconuts, then
blue ascended. Behold!
"My Fur Burns!"
She was thinking
and then stopped.
Then started drinking
and then flocked.
Then she fell.
THE END.

A Slime Rhyme

Once upon a time
a slow slime
mimicking a mime
ended this rhyme.
THE END.

Purple Was Happy

Once upon a time
chewing bubblegum all
over the air
started dancing like
demented cactus at
the top of
"that". It exploded,
imploded and disappeared.
Purple was happy.
Yellow was sad.
An air wave
did not exist.
Then something happened.
THE END.

A Simple Suicide

Once upon a time
I killed myself.
THE END.

The Flaming Pleonasm

Once Upon A Time
a dirty bag
was inside a
giant watering can
spraying milk throughout
ravenous fiends fields
of golden shit
in pregnant mosquitos.
The menstruating skies
were raining blood
through the lacerated
notepapers of doom
from the guidebook
of twilight's hammer
inside raped angels
mouths. The guidebook
was erasing itself.
A vinyl disc
wasn't being played.
The vinyl and
an angry cassette
were arguing about
The immensity of
the cassettes's reels.
Suddenly, CDs appeared
linked by a
a spiritual bond
of dark energy
antimatter quantum states.
A dog appeared.
The CDs disappeared.
The objects suddenly
caught on fire
and burnt down.
The fire was
dancing in the
moonlit forest wind
consumed with nature
and hot sensations
like an orgasmic
Sea of Dirac.
The burning ballet
of blazing flames
consumed by fire
got lonely and
was poured down.
The Dead army
of the living
undead zombies died.
The bananas rot!
And the apples fought
the windows lot.
Angel tears started
watering the forest's
dried trees and
badgers and mushrooms,
which spawned miracles.
Sins were purged.
The free encyclopedia
charged the angels
with fees, so
they could feign
to be good,
because they really
are bad feigners
and bad boys
were slain by
good boys, after
a satanic decree
turned the world
into stinky jellyfishes
to dominate the
heavens above and
heavens down, and
so atheist birds
shit and died.
The fetid corpses
were then eaten,
with horrified screams,
and regurgitated again
in violent spasms
of demental pain
consumed by hatred
and self pity.
THE END.

Girl With Pencil

Once upon a time
there was a
apparently innocent young
big-breasted girl with
a pencil in
her boobs' rack.
She was painting
lying on the
bench at her
first honey moon
which attracted bees
and pedo bears
were in bushes
because they love
when bees are
around them. She
suddently vomited lemons
and felt better.
When she got
in her bed,
a strange smell
coming from deep
beneath her desk,
made her yell
in excitement, she
remembered that her
rat nest had
died three months
after she got
laid with a
minotaur. She proceeded
to clean the
remains of the
nest and suddenly
radio with wings
shit all over
her face and
her pencil sled
down her waist.
She then picked
a blanket to
wipe the shit
off her face.
She remembered her
chewing gum was
between her knees
sticking the hair
at her pubic
area down to
her feet which
difficulted her walking
and was really
disgusting. She removed
her clothes and
the gum. Choosing
to take a
bath or talk
to herself in
slow motion was
a damn-stupid idea.
Then the radio
beeped 10 o'clock.
She grabbed it
but it got
shocked with 70,000W
that caused instant-death.
The radio stole
her pencil and
took it to
Fado who gave
it a gold
Wiimote so that
the Gods of
Nintendo don't sodomize
the lands of
the Asshole Kingdom.

THE END.

The OmgWtf Recepit

Once upon a time
a voyeur crow
was watching some
water sprinklers in
rubber-storage facilities
which had dolls
in kinky positions
hanging in the
toilet's sink, then
he flew to
another storage facility
of forbidden books
that were forbidden
to be written
and then erased,
so the curse
is a website
with broken links
and flooded sinks
of binary souls
and scripted trolls.
The crow shitted,
the shit splitted
and fertilized cassettes
of home-made
ragtime demos. Then
bananas started raining,
books began slaying
genetically modified corn
that rebelled because
tests on living
stones, being against
bricks in the
popcorn religion of
yoko yogurt eaters
that killed actimel
like strange fluids
upon cheese temples.
A rubber-slave
shot the crow
and made barbecue
from omgwtf recepit
of his mother's
brother of cousin's
uncle's aunt of
sister-in-law's
grandfather's sister's brother's
baby dog's veterinary's
concubine's Indian foreteller
which was himself,
and he was
eager to try
not to be
like his future
told he was.
Horrified, he jumped
in the ground.
A rope fell
and rose instantly
disappearing into the
abysmal disappearance place.

THE END.