Memin

The rose was towering over a cliff of crippled corpses. A sculpture of a child being raped flew over a black rainbow and what did he see? You might ask. A naked old woman pouring butter over her body. She spanked her wrinkled ass cheeks until they developed a blue rash, spreading all over her body. The old woman peels off her skin and makes a drum out of it and begins to consult the melodic notes, because they wouldn't budge. So the rose wayeded in the water, feel the thick salty salty saliva of the red piranas that sucked the roses smirk. When the rose reached the land of the unwanted, it wondered the deep roots of glossy trees, "Timber, timber, timber," an ent whispered on it's blistered lips. The ancient woooded one tumbled over its branches. The massive stuffy acorn couldn't breath the breeze, so it slipt and squashed the rose. The statue of a child being raped rolled over to bench press the tree, to rescue the rose. When the child managed to move the tree, itturn out that the rose evolved into a war hammer and crunched the stone down to the knees. The statue of a child being raped asked, "Why? Why must you destroy me?" and the hammer answered, "Because you are already dead!"