Any dream long enough becomes reality by which I mean: stale spleen Floating on silk strands like an angel is a divine thrill for the months it takes to become walking, and the friction of the irritated silk holes, dread People get confused: I don't wear a suit to cover mytrue identitybut to cover my fake one, my human face is the cover of my monstrosity I carefully hide my other eyes (oOoOo )(o o o)Mary no longer interests me. Sexually only myth stimulates me: Aracne! Or Skylla! Maybe a monster is that which cannot and should not reproduce... My only pleasure is in hurting ... Monsters ... but human criminals I have a taste for too #The grid# #like city# #my web# ¡¡¡Spider sense!!! Someone committed petty theft! 😱 I now get to do what I will *Punch!* *Pow!* *Beat to death!* "I enjoy fighting against crime": my public line... I enjoy the hunt and the insect joy of violence I stop crime (but not too much...) May it forever come. Do not leave me alone! With Monstrous Bulge! of } } twitching {{ legs in a: *Happy City of Humans* Give Me Criminals! Fill My web! More GORE! MORE Monsters! ¡¡¡MORE, BETTER VIOLENCE!!!
Luis Perez Banus



Really fun. Sick stuff. Thank you for sharing what lies behind arachnid eyes. 🙏
This is what the spider thinks, sitting in the corner at 3 am while I sleep.