Part 1) Titillatingly Torturous Interrogations

The following is a total reconstruction and mangling of an excerpt from a news story printed in the Washington Post. A story which was revisited by yours truly, but not truly yours. You can say, it was edited by the newly self appointed, "Eddie-tor in Chief" !



We join, midway through a narrated account of the establishment of torturous interrogation programs.

The most striking aspect of Earnest Ness' report, is the extent to which the supposed interrogators, more fittingly described as, the
"in-terror-gators" who invented the torture programs at certain shadowy, darkened sites. Then remotely applied them from there also. Had done so, wholly, and unholy while "bobbing on the fly".

While the abuse and the "bobbing", had most certainly been rigorous and systematic, apparently no rigorous or systematic thought was produced in the supposed to be larger head. Which seems to have been "bobbed" and "bobbled" in synchronized harmony with the "afore-skinned" mentioned "bobbing" and "bobbling" head, of a particularly peculiar, pathological "pud-sucker".

One such figure from the annals of history, was the seldom mentioned, little known, unheralded brother of a much celebrated, internationally famed, world wide adventurer. He, being none other than, the heroic, "Horacio Hornblower". Of whom, his pathological "pud sucker" brother, was the one who shamelessly responded to the name of "Fellatio Cockblower".

Apparently, the disastrously disdainful discrepancy in names, has been historically described, as having been a case of extensively varied genealogical donations to the brothers' perpetually perplexing "paternal inheritance".

Making matters worse, it was also preposterously purported that their posing puritanical mother, was in fact, a perilous port city's "pricey prostitute". Not to mention, that she also, was a pathological "pud-sucker".

However, her deplorably detestable disorder seemed to have doggedly developed into drastically devastating, destructive levels of doubly dangerous, deviancies and depraved damning desires.
This diabolical disease, is what disgustingly devised her direly dreadful dilemma, which dictated her devolutionary descent into a dismally diagnosed, damsel of disrepute. A pathetic, pathological
pud-sucking "puta".

However, she was graciously endowed with a plentiful pair of popular peeper pleasing, eye-popping, piping hot, make pappy happy, pleasure producing, pectoral protrusions of particularly praiseful proportions.

Yes indeed, and that plump pair of profusely pornographic, profitably poised, pointed paramount pinnacles. Were a couple of pristinely preserved, prime, pouting, preciously pampered, perky petting puppies. Of course, they were proudly premiered in a pompous parade of perfectly practiced, prancing processions with pendular pelvic proposals and a prissy pink pageantry of panties, polyester, platforms and perfume. These pronouncements in pasties, were prosperously persuasive in promoting a profoundly proclaimed promise of payable passion with the power to pull you free from your pestering plight.

Unfortunately though, they were also purported to have plowed pillars of patrons, now prostrated upon the pavement, pooling their pennies in potholes, while presuming propriety over piles from their peers, to be placed as payment for premium pie.


The conspicuously conceived continuation and carelessly created conclusion to this story, will be mindlessly manufactured for it's admittedly ambiguous availability in a positively pornographic and presumptuously propagated poetic, future posting.

Olde Owls Bowels

How darest thee,
Purge the foulness from thy bowels in mine presence
Not only hast thou made unclean
The cloth which clingeth to thee upon thy loins
But thou hast defiled the aire of mine sanctuary
That ye might poisoneth mine breath
Verily, thou hast defiled the aire of mine sanctuary
Where I dwelleth in the peace and tranquility of mine serenety .

Boot Betwixt Buttocks

How darest thee, speaketh unto me
In such a foul and vile manner
Thy tongue doest speaketh much rubbish
And thy lips........ thy lips hath
Manifested thouest thoughts
Which hath been a dishonour unto me
Therefore, I sayeth unto thee
That I shall kicketh
With much swiftness and thrust
So as to afix mine boot
Betwixt thy buttocks.