In the year of 2000 the spirit was born from its very first protector, and carrier... The reason all of this has established.
☆PARIS HILTON☆
It was a cold, dark , and uninviting night. The smell of tequila, vomit, and cigarettes reeked off of the New York streets... a smell that's kind of nostalgic.
Security opened the door to a limousine, and out comes one of the biggest star of the early 2000s... Paris Hilton. She steps out onto the cum, and bacteria infested floor. Something she's very use too. She walked into the abortion clinic, while paparazzi festered around her.
As she entered the doctors office, and spread her legs on the cold metal table waiting eagerly for him to rip the fetus out of her pussy, something odd happened... the doctor accidentally spilled a radioactive substance into her pussy. The chemical reaction between the doctors chemicals, and Paris Hilton's dumb bitch fluids seeped through the fetuses pores, and the fetus started to genetically mutate, becoming something monstrous. The fetus crawled out of her pussy and ran out of the doctors office and into the New York's streets. Where the fetus hid in the shadows. The fetuses only way of surviving was by scavenging in hospitals dumpsters. eating foreskin leftovers, and creamy smegma Parmesan dick cheese.
One night, the fetus came out for its daily feast..., however as it walked into the middle of the street it was ran over by Britney Spears. And the spirit of the perplexing fetus lives on, until it found its next victim. Seeking revenge for what Paris did to him.
And the day came. When the troubled spirit found its new holder... lovely peaches.
January 4, 2001
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Lovely mission
FantasiaA novel that's influenced by one of my biggest idols, lovely peaches
