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From: lisarea@dim.com (Lisa Rea)
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Subject: Re: Proposal- New alt group for clowns

So then, Innfinit@ix.netcom.SPAMBLOCK.com (Captain Infinity) is all
like:

>In article <60v1k0$q7n@elaine28.Stanford.EDU>
>jmbay@leland.Stanford.EDU (Joseph Michael Bay) wrote :

>>Ugh.  Clown pornography.  
>>
>>May I never see it.

>Bippo ripped the ruffled polka-dotted frill off of Lulubelle's neck,
>exposing her heaving bosom.  He leaned forward and planted a kiss on the
>base of her neck, his nose squeaking softly as it pressed into the side
>of her head.  "I want you," he gasped into her ear, hidden beneath her
>multicolored wig.

>"Oh, Bippo..." she sighed, "I want you too...but not here, not in the
>confetti and the elephant droppings.  Let's...oh, god, I love
>that!...let's move to the car."

>"The car?  But Spanky and Wally and thirteen other guys are in the car
>right now!" he protested, his desire driving him to yank the giant felt
>buttons off the front of her costume.

>"I don't care!" she cried.  "There's plenty of room!  There's always
>plenty of room in the car!  I want you now!"

>Bippo's lust was beyond control now.  The steaminess of their mutual
>desire made his lipstick run, and he was leaving rivers of red and
>clown-white down Lulubelle's neck and onto the heated hills of her
>breasts.  "The car...yes...god, yes...let's get into the car..."

Bippo suddenly grabbed the back of Lulubelle's ruffly clown collar and
yanked. Before she could register what was happening, she found her
floppy oversized shoes dragging along the ground as Bippo jerked her
brutally toward the car. If she'd remembered to breathe, she would
have found that she couldn't. A tiny drop of blood, redder even than
her garish facepaint, slowly bloomed across the bunched starched white
front of her shirt. Her breasts squeezed out below like toothpaste. 

Maybe she awakened from her shock or maybe she caught a scent of
something that was just too horrible to articulate, but as they
approached the car, she was gripped with a fear that made her guts
clench. It hit her like an anvil from the sky: This tiny polka-dotted
door was a gate to hell.

Trying to calm herself, she remembered Wally and Spanky and all the
others. She knew they were inside, and somehow, in the brief moment
that it took Bippo to open the car door, she convinced herself that
they'd be able to make this nightmare end.

* * *

Bippo's wrenching screams of "IMPURE BITCH! HARLOT! TEMPTRESS!!!"
shook her from this, the last remotely comforting thought she would
have. The screeching KLANK of the car door opening reduced her body to
a jellyfish and her mind to endless repetition of
MOTHERMOTHERMOTHERMOMMYMOMMY as she strained to focus on the pile of
viscera and flesh inside--to identify not only Wally, Spanky, Porky,
and all the others--but to simply identify legs, arms, torsos, and
freakish, spattered clown heads suspended in perpetual horror.

Finally, in excruciatingly slow motion, she simultaneously felt her
face being pushed toward a pile of some red and white jellylike stuff
and felt Bippo's manhood jab her from behind. My God, she thought,
despite herself. He's so NAKED. My God. He's soooo MONSTROUS. My...my
God.

With nothing left to lose and nothing to gain, she let herself descend
slowly into the still-warm pile of squishy bowels as though she were
returning to the womb. Amniotic ooze surrounded her like a placenta as
she felt herself welcome Bippo's thrusting with her own. 

At last, she answered the sensation of the icy-hot thin line
separating her body from her thoughts with a final, gurgling,
primordal howl that issued from her every pore: "LULUBELLE SOUP!
SOUP!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUPPPPPPP!!!!"

YBF,
Lisa!





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