When Barkingturtle is gone.Follow

When Barkingturtle is gone,

The whores' vulvas go unburned by cigarette butts.
The maggot ridden carcass behind the embankment goes unmolested.
The hospital waste goes unraided and minced for hamburger meat to feed the orphaned child of the couple he torched on the beach. The poor orphan starves chained up in the local squat where he usually bangs the the under-age girls he lures out there when they're off their heads on GBH and meth.
The bottle goes unbroken and not ground into the stomach of the mother of the latest newbie he has castrated and fed his own ********* to before sewing up his mouth and impaling him **** first on a six foot long vertical pole, so he can slowly slide down and die while watching as his mother picks out the glass splinters from her spilled intestines and chokes on the reek of her own faeces and slowly goes paler and paler shock and blood loss.
The swimming pool doesn't stain red with blood to such an extent that it jellies.
With AIDS.
Because it's funny, obviously.
AIDS AIDS AIDS.

Minds go unjaded, undegraded, and unharrassed.
Emotions go untraumatised, unshocked and undistressed.

I miss Barkingturtle.

You can suck his pee pee in PMs just as well.

Perhaps, when one is speaking of BT.

Did he leave?

Did Nephthy's leave?