by Balls Malone
While inspecting high definition photos of gorgeous, dead-eyed, Slavic women showing off their shaved anuses (it’s so hard not to when online these days, isn’t it?), I had a kind of out-of-body experience where it felt like I became this woman’s anus in an emotional sense. My soul was now her anus and her anus was now my soul, and the madness in her eyes was the howling abyss that my anus soul was adrift utterly alone in. It’s like in quantum physics where you can’t observe something without changing it and it changing you all on a quantum level.
And now I have a spirit anus. Fuck.