The Hell-hole of the Danish limbo island Bornholm
Hilda's Hell-hole bombadier-beatle-fucked: Retired walrus-veterinarian Thorvald Ibsen flung an ultra-rotten pain-fossilized tooth out of his dentist-terrified wife Hilda Margarita Ibsen’s horrible smelling jaw oscillating on thunder-snoring ultra-atypical sleep-apnea. Thereby opened op a tunnel-hole from Hilda Margarita Ibsen’s jaw and directly down to Hell surrounded by Purgatory-flames. Hilda’s Holy Hell-hole was an astronomical hyper-flexible worm-hole in space-time. Desperate prayers, pole-melting and mutant-walrus-tusk-materiel closed Hilda’s Holy Hell-hole temporary. So that Thorvald & Hilda M. Ibsen could eat a galaxy-lunch with their family to praise their son Jonathan’s nomination for mayor, and their daughter Catja’s probably soon upcoming petpara-psychological clinic incorporating for instance crystal-healing and pet-numerology.
The Ibsen-galaxy-lunch included Danish open-faced sandwiches called ‘veterinarian’s midnight snack’ upgraded with Mirabelle-fallow-deer-plumbed truffle-aspic, cousin Harry’s tango tart with poached seagull-eyes, grandma’s children-brawn/ headcheese in blackbird-rebellion-resurrection by enraptured carrots, Thorvald’s mock-boar-tits spitting golden kale, Hilda’s swanbrain-stuffed kingfishers rippling on forget-me-nots' poodle-pie, bull-gall-fermented stork-wings with cow-teat-anointed gnu-navels, shrew-stuffed lemon-butterflies fluttering in brisket of beef with Sauerkraut, Salmonella-fucked frog-heart-valves in paralyzed pheasant on goat-udder-stuffed and holly-flanked clip-fish morel elderberry-collapsed in sea urchin jaws, ultra-fucked virgin-lobster in outer cabbage-scourge rotating on mole-fucked mermaid, devil bosom blown angle gizzard and moonshrink-cirrhosis-calf-artichoke-solar plexus simmered in a thousand belly pan dangling in war coffee thymus, aunt Ida’s abyss pudding of all animal and human beings exactly zombie-dancing in swim bladder ragout and cinnamon-hen-rooster with grasshopper-cream chestnut-spiral- balancing on God-blood-sausage, aunt Petra’s eternity-flambéed crotch and uncle Ferdinand’s Hilda-celebration-mutant-bombardier-beetle-fucked red deer dancing in wolf-sauce and human-self-modified fly agaric glowworm twinkling in 117floor-meatball tarragon-slalom-rotating Onion ring tongue flamboyantloveloopburning on messiah-toes-toast floating towards aunt Petra's pomegranate-pie - which for good re-opened the Hell-hole in Hilda Margarita Ibsen’s jaw, so that the flames and the smell from the condemned burst out into the world.
And some mysterious bacteria attacked all oil on Earth. The bacterium was impossible to limit, it completely destroyed the oil reserves by devil-crapping and infecting the crude oil with a mutant-radioactive feces. Moreover, terrorists destroyed nuclear power and wind power. And solar-energy was destroyed by solar-terrorists who hack built an underground-sun to spoil the function of all solar-panels. Biogas hack gathered in numerous micro-armies of gas-moths and blood-butterflies that refused to give any energy to mankind.
The energy-crisis was total. Mankind was forced to use the punishment-energy from the Hell-hole in Hilda Margarita Ibsen’s jaw. Hilda was moved to a Bornholmsk gravel pit where engineers and metal workers built the installations that enabled exploitation of the purgatory- and hellfire from the abysmal hole in Hilda Margarita’s jaw. With Hell-generators, Purgatory-transformers and paradying cauldrons deathdrom-energy-zooming zombees and zoombitches began the energy adventure of Hilda’s hell-hole. But then there was a cruel and sad accident, where two engineers were killed. Also Thorvald and Hilda Margarita died temporary because of the electro-shock, and only by the skin of their mutate-rotating wisdom-teeth it was managed to revive them both. Hand in hand Thorvald and Hilda Margarita Ibsen hovered between life and death in several years, most of the time they were in artificial coma or deep sleep. But the Hell-energy could still be exploit – until God and Satan suddenly melted together joining their forces, so that Heaven and Hell extinguished. Suddenly the condemned were free. But the earth population lacked energy supply. And Hilda Margarita Ibsen abruptly woke from her long coma and sleep. She could not find her husband Thorvald. With windfall forces Hilda Margarita pulled herself out of the gravel pit and trotted through the Baltic sea and cuntinyoued through Poland, Germany, France and Spain. The closed and ultra-cold hell-hole lightened panic rotten from her ghastly malevolent jaw ploughing the world to ashes. With her Hell-powers Hilda Margarita threw and smashed and crashed trees and houses and bridges. She puffed cars and people to crumbles until the European army caught her and transported her to a secret psychiatric ward. Down in an extra-cellar under the cellar of the psychiatric hospital Hilda Margarita was hard core forcibly drugged and put in a tailor-made straitjacket. For years, she was not in touch with the world or herself
The orgasm mills: As mentioned: After the Hell-hole-close-down the Earth suffered from a tremendous energy-crisis. But again destiny showed us its double-loop-dodgy face of hands’ reverse birds whispering. As the world president I got some information about a Filipino who hack invented the orgasm mill. In the orgasm-mill-galeidoscope-polyp-system the orgasm pulls gauzy quantum mill consisting of miracle-bubbles and cheers-arrows – which again and again and again are splitting the meaning or the meaninglessness (depending on whether you see the mill from inside or outside). The splitting created endless amounts of energy plus clever angel-animals that performed the whole community production. The angle-animals were divided into 4 main-groups. The material production was managed by elephant-angels, mandrill-angels, bear-angles and mosquito-angels among others. The immaterial production was managed by hedgehog-angels, zebra-angels, orangutan-angles and humpback whale-angels. The renovation was managed by for instance hippo-angels, seahorse-angels and snail-angels. While hyena-angles and tiger-angels among others managed some ultra-secret stuff. The orgasm mills was immediately mass-produced. The development ran at full steam.
The Mutant-Oedipus-volte-face: But but rook-but: Trough infiltration of the dominant international fertility company DNAmanipulation-terrorists spliced a galloping mutant Oedipus-complex into all fetuses. All children seduced their father or mother as a skin maneuver and a prelude to kill all adults. And as a last salut the children tore their own eyes out. I was one of few surviving adults sitting in my world president bunker. Through cameras I saw the billions of blind children play with their withdrawn eyes: The children threw eyes, juggled eyes, kicked eyes, jumped on eyes, drew eyes on strings using them as pearl necklaces, planted eyes, harvested eyes, swallowed eyes, gulped eyes, groped in the dark with eyes coquettishly put in their hair or with eyes massed and crammed through the nose and brain diagonally through the adult hole.
At last the child got tired of playing with there mutant-Oedipus-eyes and they started to play with the adult-cadavers insteadGuided by my little daughter Puk Melanie and her army of triplets the children built adult-cadaver-race-tracks for adult-cadaver-rollerskates and adult-cadaver-racer-cars, and they built adult-cadaver-dolls in adult-cadaver-dollhouses, and the constructed adult-cadaver-playstations and adapt-cadaver-computers. The children produced lollipops and other sweets out of the dead adult-bodies, which seemed to hack bin retained to a sort of pseudo-wax-works-cadavers. The blind children also used their withdrawn eyes and the adult-bodies as a variety of new board games with different combinations of eyes rolling on bodies.
But later the eyes were stolen by large flocks of sea eagles, gulls and puffins, that transported all the left eyes to the North Pole and the South Pole, and all the right eyes to the Equator where baboons puffed the eyeballs up to just under a breaking point. And Gibbons stacked the eyes in pyramids hovering slightly above the ground. So now the adult-cadaver-games hack to cuntinyou without the original eyes. The blind triplets army danced around in baptism dresses of unbaked pancake batter forever pouring from the heaven skillet of thousand world-corners. The blind kids got paradise-birds to grow out of their empty eye sockets. My daughter Puk Melanie munched the nownoses of Jonathan. The blind kids presented herring gulls appearing on the enlarged palms. They ripped lapwings out of their lungs. Pepper Birds they peeled out of their shoulders, woodpeckers out of their kidneys and eiders out of their skin. Then the kids stuffed beard tits and reedlings into their elbows, ducks into the wrists and Malabar pheasants piled on the eyelids thrown into the abysses. My daughter Puk Melanie let 40.000 ghosts bike to heaven.
But at last the DNA-manipulation-terrorists found that the Mutant-Oedipus-complex hack taken some wrong directions - so it was arranged that hundred billions of mutant-Oedipus-kids psychoanalyzed each other fuck-munching the ultra-nucleus-diffoundation of human soul. The mutant-Oedipussycocks went total amox in coxmoxfrogs fucking roxbox nonstop. Stepfatherplacenta-strawberry-birds transformed and carried through the shock clouds whirled towards the edge of sun-grooms. Among other things the blind kids fucked each others faces, and fucked feces into the black holes of the universe orbitchbanging until new eyeballs grew out - so that kids could see again.
The successful healing culminated in a giant celebration with caviar and champagne and wafer-chips to everyone. By eating this alive wafer-chips the kids got renewed part in the soul of the psychoanalysis.
Through the cameras in my world-president-bunker I saw the mutant Oedipus kids celebrate-dancing. And suddenly I saw Hilda Margarita Ibsen joining or attacking the party. At last Hilda Margarita hack struggled herself out of the hermetic tailor-made straitjacket and out of the psychiatric ward - whereafter Hilda Margarita Ibsen hack grown to gigantic size. Each of her toes consisted of flesh mountain ranges beyond all limits. Camouflaged or transformed to the Super-psychoanalyst Hilda Margarita opened up billions of pores in her Andalou-Elysian Electra-Electro-skin and body-cells escalating as she sucked in the world-population mostly consisting of kids. But I was also sucked into to Hilda Margarita or the super-psychoanalyst - shortly after the world-president-bunker crunched under the pressure. After being sucked into the Hilda-superanalyst-body I passed the Hilda-brain enthroned in a gargantuan flesh-glassballroom beginning or ending in a mouth that mooned me to the throat. A halo of newly hatched genomes fluttered from my hair towards the Hilda-heart-hair whipping my skin to 33 billion micro-wings flying me in slow leap shadows of umbilical fire until suddenly I was chewed by the red teeth of the heart attacked by eye-rockets, tongue-rockets, skin-rockets bursting burning until a bluish reddish music pulled and pulled and pulled me into the heart along with my soldiers riding on bone-node-horses, bone-node-bears, bone-node-gulls, bone-node-hummingbirds. Acute-suns opened Babylondon. Thousands and thousands of ancient babies flew 7winged from the Thorvald/Hilda Ibsen-body while Mutant-Oedipus was singing long gnarled angel-antlers through the heart masturbating the apocalypse-acrobatic pharmacy. Baby-bosom-bombing Buddha’s karma-gsp blazers bleed blackbirds. Pigeons exploded breakdancing burning bridges of brothers brainstorming bridegrooms … … … Goedipus gasped gas-balloons of Garotte-cake-Gordian governesses’ pomegranates in hundred guillotined sky-mermaids seeing the Hitler-army’s harvest of shark-wings infrared inferno virgin joysticking the planet’s piano-testicles climbed the clitoris-trees in clarinet-claws cutting the tone-cake-chaos gluing the monasteries’ back scratchers flap stabbing mess mutter’s lucidity. The crucifixed point of pretzel-cryptic crow-graffiti twittering quantum- theoretical quicksand choked the square root of regretting the dragon chained the bingo’s dancing lilies of the valley. The light-lemming locked the uterus. … … ...
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… thanks to transbird and translaika-machinery . This is from The Fatherplacentaorgy, Faderkageorgiet, Borgen 2005 page 80 - 102.
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