Playground Aron Beauregard Quotes

But, I’m-I’m your mother!” she cried. “And I’m a motherfucker,” Rock grumbled

The wheels were turning in all their heads, but the one with the dead hamster inside spoke first.

He wanted attention, but not that way. He wanted to be held, but not that way. He wanted to be loved, but not that way. Geraldine had turned him into the saddest kind of damaged goods. The kind that’s too fucked-up to realize it. When horror isn’t quite horror anymore, it’s just normal. And when awful isn’t quite awful anymore, it’s just life.

He wanted attention, but not that way. He wanted to be held, but not that way. He wanted to be loved, but not that way.

A fresh teardrop pissed out of his eye duct.

When horror isn’t quite horror anymore, it’s just normal. And when awful isn’t quite awful anymore, it’s just life.

Greg turned around, shooting laser beams though the most disappointing sperm he’d ever unleashed.

Greg turned around, shooting laser beams through the most disappointing sperm he’d ever unleashed.

Rock’s buttocks could sense the vomit and bile that was bubbling up from Greg’s gut.

She pulled her moist panties down, allowing her fermented beaver to peek out from below.

It was as if the playground amplified the absolute best or worst traits of the children imprisoned within it.

For those once youthful spirits that have now grown old and cracked, but still remember the carefree days when we took to the playground on a hot summer’s day with our minds unshackled. When our innocent friends played beside us with beaming smiles as bright as the sun, and the many problems of life weren’t for us to deal with yet. For the days that felt like they would last forever…

She now looked like an ad for gape porn.

She might’ve been rich in the pocketbook, but Rock was tired of listening to the old hag write checks with her mouth that her ass couldn’t cash.

Then, like a porn star positioning for the money shot, the final surge of electrical current pushed through Fuchs’ destroyed dome.

You’re mine, remember?” she whispered seductively

Zhat it will,” Fuchs said.

But they weren’t the only ones.

At just seven years old, Sadie’s name rang closer to her personality. She was a psychological sadist.

She rode the rubber like an eager porn star as saliva seeped from her mouth.

Geraldine wasn’t upset her mother wasn’t riding her father’s face. She was upset she wasn’t riding hers.

Imagining her mother perched over her face, Geraldine chewed into the slimy secretion.

WARNING: This book contains scenes and subject matter that are disgusting and disturbing; easily offended people are not the intended audience.