Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I look up as it contemplates it's meal and I realize this is it. I have lost. Man kind has all but dissapeared. I was the only hope but they defeated me. There were to many to fight off. Ironic out of the millions there is just one above me to enjoy the spoils. I don't think I'll go fast. It will gorge on my flesh until I pass. I can only hope it afflicts fatal wounds quickly so I won't suffer.

I spoke to her, the beautiful alien, as she ascended to the temple.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I am eating their fears," she said. "You know, like the people they used to pay to eat their sins." Adjusting a delicate claw, she continued, "It seemed so redundant, after a few centuries."

"That seems generous of you," was how I replied.

"Not really," she retorted, scrabbling up a branch that looked very much like someone's true soul. "I do this as a matter of course. Four days out of five, I work in a tollbooth."

a painless death
I was the fortunate one
her perfect body beneath me
her hard black exoskeleton against me
banging a gong
getting it on
poor little mr black widow
got to move quick
but I did not
when her perfect lover turned into a perfect fool
on the run from spider love

dusty lust
I have commited breakfast

I am not perfect but I am perfect for you

yes old kurt says listen to the music.