"God I shouldn't have taken so much LSD" thought three as the bricks continued to shift and merge with his feet stumbling down the alley, strange fuzzy buzzy feelings overcoming his body forcing a nitwitted euphoric smile across his stupid face. Bouncing from one brick wall to the other like a deranged submersible craft lost inside a deep trench with fits of stifled laughter. Three went to rebound off a wall for the thousandth time like his favorite idol WWF superstar Stone Cold Steve Austin when suddenly he fell into a pile of trash bags, having mistaken the opening in the alley for a shadow on the wall. "weeble wobble wut whappen we to whave wherre" said a niggerish voice in the dark, sending a shocking panic into the spine of three despite the overwhelming effects of the LSD. "Niggers" He whispered. With a purpose Three struggled to get up out the the thrash bags as they morphed and churned into a putrid river. Rolling and crawling he was suddenly picked up. "Oh god no!" screamed three as the niggers pulled down his pants, more niggers gathering all around to watch and film. The scenery morphing from demons devouring his insides to hellish ghouls slapping his teary face with erected ghnorrea ridden ghouls dicks. It lasted for eternity. His asshole was the grand caynon. It was the labyrinth form which dimensional lizard overlords spawn from. He became jobs asshole reincarnated into human form and his punishment. Time was was no longer a concept Three could rationalize, as his asshole splurged out Aids infected nigger giz into the alley. Like a sea of foaming rectal bleeding. Everything was black. The alley was black. The night was black. The cock was black. Mercifully everything finally went black. Three woke up the following day. With the Sun chapping his cum crusted face he squinted into the empty alley. Laying in a pile of trash. He rolled out of it having his pants stuck around his 2" lift sneakers and attempted weakly to stand up. "Thats strange" thought Three pushing himself up, his legs limply disobeying his command to Kneel. Fumbling to his ass he stared in disbelief. He could no longer walk. With determination he pulled his pants to his groin and rolled onto his belly pulling up his jeans over his bleeding ass and back onto his back again to button it up. Crawling his way out of the alley he so gleefully started his journey in he happened to come across a postman delivering the morning mail. "My god are you okay?" said the rushing postman. "whats your name?" He said as he picked up the limp Three onto his lap. "My name is... My name is" "Go on boy whats your name?" Whispered the postman, leaning his ear close to hear. " Its Crensch". Said three "my name is crensch".