Sovietology Archives - PLANETARY STATUS REPORT!

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INCEST BABY:

A tawdry little muggle-wrap, filled with spruce nog and syphilitic tumor sauce. His eyes gleamed, some of his dad, some of his sister-mom, and Melania looked on. Doctors CHEERED at the fertility clinic, and carried the sponge ball - it seems a surrogate to a sister-mom's kid and a brother-son's brisk.

Cursed and shaking, the little baby broke wind and a grin came across his sister-mom's face. "WHAT GRACE this baby has!", cheered "mother", as her glass emptied the maid poured another. And the ORANGE BANDITO smiled at his tree-trunk child, leering deeply into his own shame but not holding, or scolding, or folding his arms. He's the proud dad of a brother-son, sister-mom, and other assorted mutants crawling from his gird pipe.

LITTLE BARRON SPOKE the words of SANHEDRIN RELICS and CABBALISTIC echoes, he was made for narrow trees, few branches, too suckling and weak to exist on his own. He'll call his sister-mom on the phone, when he's alone and scared and pops is topping off the cocaine jar. "Mom" would get drunk and fuck the secret service guy, the one with the big cock. Sister-mom would tell her test-tube brother-son to remember the "family grit" and keep up that smiling chug-face and never give into the wretched sadness of peering into the mirror.

He's now so much older, and the words of incest are hidden in EPSTEIN CLOUDS and if the world knew? - well, look at that scrogan-beast ... the world knows, as if from some Lovecraftian tale of OLD FAMILIES and LITTLE NEW BLOOD. A flood of sky burglars awaits and the freight is guarded by banshee kites and frightened gold traders from the tunnels in Brooklyn.

8 OR 9 FEET TALL, all cartilage and grizzle, fearful and broken, an unspoken idea too obvious for most to ignore. A whorish "mom", drinking herself to sleep as a FIRST LADY FUCK FEST FORMS in her lady's room at 10 PM, even the female agents show up.

And sister-mom fucks a cushy guy with a pushy aspect, sent to spread peas and turnips and other kosher delights.

Go to sleep poor little muggle-wrap, your ways are ahead.

Only a creature as precious and tall as you can transcend the STAIN and gain some stature as a walnut STALLION ... licking toad blood and promoting SEA-FLOW style frozen Rabbi Shmuley type butt plugs.

Rest silently puddle flower ... your secret is safe with me.

Historians will wrest from the warehouse of TIME your slime dowry and Princess Scruffins, your first cousin, will blend her narrow tree pus with yours - and that next generation will have two rows of teeth and will be 20 feet tall and feed upon the hope of the weak and the innocent.

No one can stop PAPA BLUMP and his legion.

The children will bear the mark for all time.