Well, you see, he married young. Too young, many would say. But that’s a tale as old as time. With stars in his eyes, he was taken in by the charms and free-loving nature of an experienced, older, ancient even, eldritch being.
But as the years wore on, the initial enthusiasm for coupled life gradually chipped away, like gaudy gold paint on the amusement rides of his youth, ground down under the relentless domineering command of his selfish lover.
"Yeeethh, that’s it Melvin, fist my greedy hole. Your pathetic human existence is good for something at least. Oooh, my tentacles are squirming into knots.
Very good. Now go into the neighborhood and bring back more people for the Xyzyxshakuukalala machine."
“Yes, dear.”
Interesting, the black hole casts a shadow on the wall behind.
Thanks, I wrote it myself. I’m a veritable fountain of mental diarrhea. Brain squirts from a leaky communication orifice, like something that rolls down the back of your leg.
Anyway, to me it kinda looks like he’s fishing for his keys while absently contemplating something else.
Well, you see, he married young. Too young, many would say. But that’s a tale as old as time. With stars in his eyes, he was taken in by the charms and free-loving nature of an experienced, older, ancient even, eldritch being.
But as the years wore on, the initial enthusiasm for coupled life gradually chipped away, like gaudy gold paint on the amusement rides of his youth, ground down under the relentless domineering command of his selfish lover.
"Yeeethh, that’s it Melvin, fist my greedy hole. Your pathetic human existence is good for something at least. Oooh, my tentacles are squirming into knots.
Very good. Now go into the neighborhood and bring back more people for the Xyzyxshakuukalala machine."
“Yes, dear.”
Interesting, the black hole casts a shadow on the wall behind.
I liked this part “life gradually chipped away, like gaudy gold paint on the amusement rides of his youth”
Thanks, I wrote it myself. I’m a veritable fountain of mental diarrhea. Brain squirts from a leaky communication orifice, like something that rolls down the back of your leg.
Anyway, to me it kinda looks like he’s fishing for his keys while absently contemplating something else.