DESCRIPTION:
This is how to speak hoo-meat, lurking, confused, adolescent. Use words to obscure meaning one After the other, never communicate easily or well. The goal is to induce nodding in the Hoomeat(TM) until his neck becomes exhausted and falls off, leaving his wallet at your mercy. They scare easy like cats. Fry up easy lile cats too.

If you get anything across while speaking english, then you have fucked up. Just keep making words to make the meat nod in understanding. Then- mid-sentence-
get the net, apply it to him with superglue, take him to a mall, strike him with an open palm, and set him on fire sleeping naked in the middle of the food court.
When you look back to see if he is out or too gone, you find, as often happens, a full day has passed at least. Too much focalin on an already very shrunkenbrain will do that.stare at the tip of a french fry for 8 hours, thoroughly engrossed.

You see that the man is not gone, still burning, and not alone. An autistic teenage girl has run up to the burning body, head at crotch height from the bend of her bowl-hunched spine, and begun to play with the bare, un-charred cock and balls, pure curiosity poking at it as if this may be her only chance to solve the mystery of "what boys has" and what this famous object did when jostled about with ADHD sugar-high abandon.

The body was certainly dead before the girl approached it, revealed in the news to have stood for two days only due to rigor mortis. For 3 of those minutes, that body had a person in it. No one could tell whether that person had left. Was it a miracle? A magic show? Gimmick to draw citizens to union sponsored Cults?

48 hours 5 different groups tried to extinguish and save the burning black body; each leaving it for dead one after the other. So the crowd knew that this was OK- funny even, just a girl playing with a forbidden object, not a little girl engaging in anything with a man. no one stopped filming or told the girl- they just found the whole scene "precious" and hilarious.
That was- until the thoroughly dead black husk got a quick, obvious, and, bare erection, right in the girl's face- throbbing inches away like. Loaded gun, bucking and bobbing with- nerves?

The crowd ran to block the girl from what was surely about to be underage rape in the street- only to have her grab on to the black charred dick, whick broke off easy as cigarette ash, but remained hard and with heartbeat on it's own in her hands. She suddenly understood that the man was dead. The understood that he had been dead for. A long while. That she had jerked off a dead burning martyr corpse against his will in public, then Ripped his dick off and taken it with her to show her friends- how funny when it got all big and bucked around~ dawned on her only much later, then weighed heavier with each day after that. A childhood event of public necrophilia that was giggled at and encouraged- then the ongoing introducing every single girl in the neighborhood to what a weener was and constructing their expectations for life using this charred dead burn victim cock, haunted by the occasional hiccup of boner(s past).
She named the dick Toby.
She was taken to court 3 months later, where she never made it to arraignment even.
Every inmate in the prison was dead of asphyxiation. X rays revealed severed johnsons jammed down each of their throats at odd angles, rock hard and causing cramps on the muscles (genitals) that hadn't existed in the nineties. Each dick was removed from a family member's throat slowly and with much schluuuurp of awful suction sound- the oddest "lung burrowing penis" had a head barbed and hooked that often ends up embedded into the lung tissue