king prune

[constantine]

king prune
works his magic
from the porcelain throne
unraveling dark mysteries
plumbing the stygian depths
the stinky heart of darkness
eat what you will
cheese it the fuck up
king prune sneers at your puny efforts
your so-called intestinal fortitude
means nothing to the dark lord
bow to him, but remain seated

[dadio]

So spot on.

[saw]

handled with the smooth laxativity of man who has been there