Post by MW on Feb 1, 2024 22:12:17 GMT -5
It’s been a while since we last checked in with Marcus Welsh.
So, let’s, ya know, check in.
A peaceful, happy montage plays.
Welsh, in a white dress, follows the mysteriously familiar woman into the forest.
They meditate.
They eat wild fruit.
They befriend the local wildlife.
At night, she brews Welsh some special tea. He unloads all his fears and anxieties onto her. She listens as tears form in his eyes. He buries his face into her solid rack, bawling his eyes out.
The next morning they head back into the forest. Welsh seems lighter. They hold hands and frolic in a beautiful meadow.
A loud screech halts frivolity.
Turning to the sky, a giant eagle soars toward them, carrying Leo in its talons. It drops the former Welsh protege down. He lands on his feet and casts a look of shame.
The woman slaps Leo across the face.
Welsh flicks him in the dick.
The two men hug. The woman joins in.
Later that evening, after some more tea, the three sit cross-legged on the floor. The woman plays guitar while Leo and Welsh alternate as lead vocals for classic folk tunes. Arms draped over each other.
The evening grows later. Leo lays atop a table and holds Welsh’s hand. Welsh runs his fingers through Leo’s hair, casting a didactic look down upon his tenured employee.
The woman rises and drives a giant knife into Leo’s midsection, splitting him wide open.
Blood gushes everywhere. She dives in, throwing Leo’s blood all over Welsh.
Welsh dances, covering himself in Leo’s blood as the latter lay lifeless on the table.
The woman dances with Welsh until the two collapse, splashing into Leo’s blood, rolling around, and devouring each other with passion.
Stepping out from the darkness are the leather-clad, hairy bikers, gyrating and watching Welsh and the woman.
Billy Zane crosses his leg, as he sits on a throne made out of wood from the Titanic, lighting a corncob pipe. A smile makes its way along his face.
Finished, Welsh looks up, prepared to declare himself to this woman.
She turns transparent. Her vibrant existence is nothing more than a specter that’s haunted Welsh for months. She ascends, vanishing into the ether. Welsh stands, covered in blood, ghost sex, and confusion. The bikers reach down for their crotches and twist. Each one ejaculates a steady stream of water onto Welsh...he stumbles, and staggers, the water washing him clean.
Billy Zane puffs and nods.
The water consumes Welsh.
He washes out.
The next morning Adi Gold approaches. She knocks on the door and waits, anxiously.
It opens and behind it stands Marcus Welsh.
He’s dressed eloquently and styled in the trendiest fashion. His confidence seems to be back.
She sees the man who won her and countless other people over in the past.
“I’m ready,” Welsh says. “This is exactly what I needed.”
Adi smiles and the two hug. They exit, arms locked, holding onto each other.
Our view rises into the sky watching a group of birds proudly soar.
“TRIAD WIT TRIALS DRAFT PARTY
LIVE ON TWITTER
SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 4TH!
BE THERE OR BE DECLARED A TRUE BITCH”
So, let’s, ya know, check in.
A peaceful, happy montage plays.
Welsh, in a white dress, follows the mysteriously familiar woman into the forest.
They meditate.
They eat wild fruit.
They befriend the local wildlife.
At night, she brews Welsh some special tea. He unloads all his fears and anxieties onto her. She listens as tears form in his eyes. He buries his face into her solid rack, bawling his eyes out.
The next morning they head back into the forest. Welsh seems lighter. They hold hands and frolic in a beautiful meadow.
A loud screech halts frivolity.
Turning to the sky, a giant eagle soars toward them, carrying Leo in its talons. It drops the former Welsh protege down. He lands on his feet and casts a look of shame.
The woman slaps Leo across the face.
Welsh flicks him in the dick.
The two men hug. The woman joins in.
Later that evening, after some more tea, the three sit cross-legged on the floor. The woman plays guitar while Leo and Welsh alternate as lead vocals for classic folk tunes. Arms draped over each other.
The evening grows later. Leo lays atop a table and holds Welsh’s hand. Welsh runs his fingers through Leo’s hair, casting a didactic look down upon his tenured employee.
The woman rises and drives a giant knife into Leo’s midsection, splitting him wide open.
Blood gushes everywhere. She dives in, throwing Leo’s blood all over Welsh.
Welsh dances, covering himself in Leo’s blood as the latter lay lifeless on the table.
The woman dances with Welsh until the two collapse, splashing into Leo’s blood, rolling around, and devouring each other with passion.
Stepping out from the darkness are the leather-clad, hairy bikers, gyrating and watching Welsh and the woman.
Billy Zane crosses his leg, as he sits on a throne made out of wood from the Titanic, lighting a corncob pipe. A smile makes its way along his face.
Finished, Welsh looks up, prepared to declare himself to this woman.
She turns transparent. Her vibrant existence is nothing more than a specter that’s haunted Welsh for months. She ascends, vanishing into the ether. Welsh stands, covered in blood, ghost sex, and confusion. The bikers reach down for their crotches and twist. Each one ejaculates a steady stream of water onto Welsh...he stumbles, and staggers, the water washing him clean.
Billy Zane puffs and nods.
The water consumes Welsh.
He washes out.
The next morning Adi Gold approaches. She knocks on the door and waits, anxiously.
It opens and behind it stands Marcus Welsh.
He’s dressed eloquently and styled in the trendiest fashion. His confidence seems to be back.
She sees the man who won her and countless other people over in the past.
“I’m ready,” Welsh says. “This is exactly what I needed.”
Adi smiles and the two hug. They exit, arms locked, holding onto each other.
Our view rises into the sky watching a group of birds proudly soar.
“TRIAD WIT TRIALS DRAFT PARTY
LIVE ON TWITTER
SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 4TH!
BE THERE OR BE DECLARED A TRUE BITCH”