THE WOMAN SEX WARRIOR

here i live and die on the edge of oblivion, amongst townies and cronies and...

nellie.

they say nellie is a no good whore. her lips were made of pinkish sakura for the design of seducing men into her web of cockroaches, their green ectoplasmic slime dripping loose coin and sunken ryo into the shovels of lobotomized cock teasers.

"let me tell you a story franK, and you'll change your mind about nelliE."

my mind is one-tracked. the sins are ancient history. the beast implores that we fuck her sweet twat sideways and every which way if only the sheriff would oblige. the sherriff is a hypocrite that never filled out an application for citizenship.

"she is a follower of the oni - and underneath her exterior is the blue skin of her ancestorS. you best be careful when fraternizing with a demoN. remember the laW of sajakianS. you never know when the wheel will land on bankruptcY."

nellie, nellie
gut your belly
slide a note inside the slit

nellie, nellie
make your fetty
bite the heads off abusive dicks

...the contents of the envelope will give birth to a new oni. the sheriff screams in abject disdain, the pus oozing cantankerous denial from the apex of his cerebral. yet the oni is not the devil.

merely horns fighting the stigma of themselves.