Dreaming of swine

I’ve been having this most pleasant dream, day and otherwise it soothes me to think of it. Sadly it of course revolves around my victory over the frothing bucket of cold cum and clichés that is “it”. The first act of my dream would be to have the dinosaur kneel at my feet. He is a pathetic figure, stripped of title, rank, and clothing. He would never wield power again, and would beget no other heir (even if his extreme age had not taken this before me, but it’s my dream so there). I would make sure of that personally. 

I have only a single word for him: "Run”

That conniving coward, spawn of spasmodically squirming, braying, and snorting half-corpses. Betrayal was not “it’s” gravest sin against our consteller belt goddess. I may proclaim otherwise, but what i truly loathe is “it’s” ambition. Of my vices—of which there are plenty—envy is my greatest.

The mountainous, twitching mass of misshapen flesh came to this wretched waste to claim MY goddess, and it was within his grasp. Like some mountain to climb as if misleading the righteous and divine was some accomplishment to be proud of. His “muse” he called her and like a stone she fell for the ancient landfill of snout and hoof, gristle and bone that is the dinosaur I despise so much. Giving everything to “it” without even thinking what “it” was. If the scum possessed an iota of dignity, he would have helped my goddess forward in her profession and personal life like he claimed to instead of gallivanting around her mind, playing games and doing all in “its” power to control her (as if the swine could control such a force of nature) among other things. Or at the very least leave her be and hid in the That would have been his moment to redeem himself. Instead, he proved himself the conniving pond scum we knew him to be for he has done this time and time again and continues to as we speak. Although a predator is often blind to its own peril, she dropped “it” like excrement off the bottom of her shoe. And the thought of “it’s” face reading what was said and watching from afar fills me with oddly placed joy knowing every “conquest” he deceives from that point in will never match my goddess in beauty or grace, for even she changed the scum by shining light into the mud. And I know “it’s” time will come, by my hand or another liquefaction cannot come soon enough for my liking. 

Yet still the dolt attempts to wriggle into her life, I’m guessing to feel the sun again for it is an intoxicating feeling being this close to heaven on earth. Even the fiercest beast will lay down when it has not eaten, I’m sure “it” starves without her light to sustain the abomination of gluttony and greed. If only that gave me comfort knowing “it” is in pain but alas I cannot witness it first hand. I suppose my own imagination will have to suffice for the time being. But as soon as the gluttonous blob starts to roll down his slippery and muddy hill which he prepared himself I will rejoice and sing my praises from the rooftops. The fiend brought low, a deserved end to such a thing that is “it”. Luckily for him we have not met, like all the five others I have. For I doubt I would be able to contain my rage and envy. Yes as written before I envy what my goddess gave for it was everything I have ever dreamt of, the passion, romance, emotion and attention that I dreamed true love to be. He took it and wasted it. Absorbed it like a leech and shit it out just so “it” could consume more. 

Unfortunately I am nattering on, I truly could go on forever. My imagination and creativity on this subject knows no bounds. So I will end with this. If I can push I will. Some times seeing someone who deserves pillering get skewered publicly is just too sweet not to. I only wish I could be there to see it. What a lovely sight to behold, I could not dream it better. Just as my goddess, perfect.