Sun City Girls - The Great Fuck Inaccessible

Just noticed that this great piece of transgressive filth had been deleted, and we can't have that. This is from Piano Bar and I'll let them girls do the talking...
A spiny and sleek little thing made of meat, she twisted and taunted the old shrine is haunted in a land of the forgotten where midgets were banned and maned lions won't stand to a day-glow arena they came just to see her do flips and careen through a flourescent green while the drummers wore black to delete their arousal. Was she 7 or eleven or fifteen or nineteen or perhaps thirty-seven? -- didn't matter -- they waited all hoping to touch her any man there would fuck her in any situation goddess big top sensation but she looked like their children writhing on top of pillows. Ring master Miami bought her a nice pair of jammys & planned to take her to the tiger cages and split her like a pumpkin and all the fez-totin' fellas with smiles thick & yellow hovered near all the exits with their hands in their britches -- they knew women as witches and female as trouble -- all bitch whores the rule with perhaps one exception and they focused their erections. And so the little white dumpling froze a solid jagged icicle beneath a crisp, solitary blue light beam. And as an orchid shall prosper in forest light darker she faded from sight at the dimming of night. When the ringmaster entered in spectacular splendor no trace of her beauty or wet cotton candy only elephants pissing, white trash couples kissing and the loins of the men began to sing after she danced them a saucy fling. An old phlegm-soaked grandpa moved near the wings in a rite of unimaginable spring. He leaped and he swung and he spit and he wept, stuck his tongue in the crotch of a camel in the corner and sucked all of Arabia from a herbivore's labia. Then she flinged and she sprung, swallowed elephant dung, twas the carrier of the foetus for a song never sung by the demon who fucked her invisible clouds protect her and her body bled moist as her hips turned to hoist like a fuckling tp torment the rotted-green doormen -- not a saliva was-a-stouter, not an unweird thing about her. But in transparent light -- she, the fuck of the night, a lie but you couldn't quite doubt her. And as you lay in the bed with a pillow round your head -- it's her thighs round your hips as you mount her.

[@itsgonnbeok7249]

thanks for this. It's actually an Alvarius B song. Not sure if Gocher is drumming on here though. Who knows, maybe its the holy trinity just under Alan Bishop's pseudonym

[@BehappyBhairava]

Been trying to refind the original of this for ages
Brilliant anyhoot
Thank you