An Evil Presence
I’m wearing a long and tight belt. So an evil presence is not felt. These pants contain the unholy stink. …
Pure Pooetry
The Number of The Bog
Menacing fart clouds predict an ominous storm. An ancient evil prophecy is about to be born. Now I’m dropping a …
Pure Pooetry
Hypootised!
After depositing a dreadful load… And luckily safe in my abode. But upon my face grew a sneer. When into …
Pure Pooetry
