Blue Balls: The Audiovisual Extravaganza

Another misstep. Another grave miscalculation. sonuc's foot was engulfed wholesale by a non-euclidean, non-abelian rapesphere, red with rage. His foci quivered and inverted. All sense of orientation was suspended as he cavorted along a trajectory unfamiliar to even three-dimensional forms. His vomit was fractal. Before he could even rematerialize, a shrill wail begot a yet more disconcerting anomaly: "SONUC", tale assailed him from behind with a warble. "sonuc sonuc sonuc SoNuC" "Ho sair, whit ya all aboot ya c**t", sonuc inquired. He turned around and was immediately disillusioned as a glob of carnal fuckjelly augmented his visage, trickling over his philtrum and eventually depositing itself upon his tongue. He did not find the taste palatable. tale cackled, chuckled, tittered and guffawed, in that precise order. In this void where life, time, gems and rings were rendered meaningless, autoeroticism remained his one true passion. Nothing much had changed in the transition really In this infinite and unrelenting zone of perdition where his legs were locked in a state of perpetual motion, ever accelerating without rest, isolation had long been his sole respite, 'till that fateful day where the hand of FAMOUS CHRIST saw fit to rend a crude hole in the hexadecimal assemblage of which this world is constructed, depositing the foul refuse which now stood before him. He knew he could not escape tale, not ever- but he would tolerate him no longer. His very presence drove every pixel in his body frothing mad, such that his countenance was made illegible forever more. He lunged. He gripped tale by the ass tendrils and tugged ever-so hard. He gripped and sipped and gnashed and gnarled until they just f*****g /died/. They evanesced. tale ran screaming off into the putricolor abyss, vocal chords red hot, streaming visibly like bike ornaments in the wind for the displeasure of all. He was never seen again, and by never I mean momentarily. sonuc longed to be free of this cruel dimension. He longed for his retarded fans. Even for green eyes did he long, such were the depths of his yearning. He longed for death, and he wasn't even doing it for attention this time. "there nothinbg like seeing a cute nude girl wearing cute smell sock that smell like poato chisp wahting somec ute soft c**k right", buckles regurgitated. buckles was in the room. sonuc had not received his RSVP. 0:12|4:12 All Over The World (Electric Light Orchestra) 4:14|10:02 Funky Solution (Osamu Sato, from LSD & Remixes) 10:04|14:30 Retrocognition (Osamu Sato, from Equal) 14:32|18:56 No Parking (Midnight Star) 19:00|21:32 The Van Man (Bob Chance) 21:35|27:12 Laughable Butane Bob (Aphex Twin) 27:13|31:26 Standin' In The Rain (Electric Light Orchestra) 31:26|36:39 Big Wheels (Electric Light Orchestra) 36:40|39:30 Oye Como Va (Glomag, from micromusic.net) 39:31|42:46 Hello Fuji Boy (Oh Astro (Remix of Hot Chip's Boy from School)) 42:47|43:47 1 minute (Little-Nero) 43:48|47:02 KAGEROU Ver1.5 (Little-Nero) 47:04|52:02 Missing (Charlee) 52:04|57:07 Windows of the World (Pete Jolly) 57:08|1:01:25 NEW YORK SWAG FreeDL (Outsourced Beats)