The dawn broke and spread forth the new day like a really warm glaze of sexy peanut butter being spread on a hot and juicy love muffin.
The water broke and spilled into the cracks in the pavement like boiling crimson wine and overflowed intoxicating rivers into the city streets.
The pus spilt forth from the wound, slicing outward on the folds of flesh upon her back, like a dam losing its liquid contents
through the cracking and peeling wall.
There was a twisting and turning and pushing and burning sensation as the pea soup showered its murky spray into the faces of all who dare to convey their message of cretinism.
And so the blackness shall be wrenched forth from the corner in which it lurked and corrupt the minds of all who oppose the brilliance of darkened cinematic desires.
Manitou was born into this world of pitiful existence. For centuries he roamed this wasteland of barren thought and spent a larger portion of his journey being misunderstood and in turn misunderstanding.
He scoured this crusted rectum of a planet in search of relevant thought so as to simply have a conversation that had more than one side, and to find his true soulmate, a fiery hearted demon dumpling consumed with twisted desires and a razor sharp sense of humor that could slice through putrid humanity like apple butter.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the realm of existence there was born a girl. An equally misunderstood and beautifully blackened soul who used her affinity for pea soup to drown out the noises of blah-blah-blahs and sightings of a world riddled with chick flicks and men who wear pantyhose.
Her name was Regan, and she was Filthy.
Brought together in this land of rabid dogs and cats who bump into walls, Manitou and Filthy Regan found a reason to exist in each other. To live. To love. To watch horror movies. Then to blog about it all.
This is their avenue of darkened thoughts and twisted sidewalks. Welcome. Now, Join us.
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