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Posting cut-up sentences from JG Ballard's novel Crash - obviously NSFW

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Of lesbian supermarket manageresses burning to death in the collapsed isn't equipped to handle something like this, was a ripening anthology of perverse possibilities.
December 28, 2025 at 2:12 AM
Are you the polished cellulose panels and vinyl seating, illuminated the remains of the dismembered vehicle in which Vaughan had died.
December 27, 2025 at 6:12 PM
She had insisted that we accompany Seagrave to his home, while a doctor and two ambulance men to the hospital.
December 27, 2025 at 10:12 AM
As I eased my feet on to the control pedals I was aware of all these drivers, the first effects with his cine-camera.
December 27, 2025 at 2:12 AM
We joined the fast to some suburban husband as and tyre warehouses along the clearway.
December 26, 2025 at 6:12 PM
Gabrielle, Vera Seagrave and Helen carried me towards outline of his penis against the instrument panel and centre arm-rest.
December 26, 2025 at 10:12 AM
I looked even I failed to realize that she was merely a stand-in during an elaborate rehearsal dreams of technology.
December 26, 2025 at 2:12 AM
We won't come here again -- the inner surface of her thighs, set in a broad pelvis, her small fingers.
December 25, 2025 at 6:12 PM
I inserted my coins hiding two air hostesses and a steward mirror of her compact.
December 25, 2025 at 10:12 AM
At night, as we lay together in our bedroom, feeling the porcelain smoothness of his cheeks, it to me.
December 25, 2025 at 2:12 AM
They climbed through circulated around the studios on.
December 24, 2025 at 6:11 PM
Each time she revealed a growing tenderness I saw that Catherine was leaning washing bay.
December 24, 2025 at 10:12 AM
As she was placed on a stretcher, and diesel exhaust that marry with her body.
December 24, 2025 at 2:11 AM
I gripped the trying to the decapitated torso of the front-seat woman passenger embedded in the fractured windshield.
December 23, 2025 at 6:12 PM
I accelerated as the traffic reached the Western Avenue interchange, windshield on the interior of the car.
December 23, 2025 at 10:13 AM
The police are after him a complex of strange scratches, like the choreography of a frantic struggle, the latest vehicle pile-up and collision.
December 23, 2025 at 2:12 AM
I turned back, I don't want you blowing gerontological approach.
December 22, 2025 at 6:12 PM
Whom did she see those tender lesions that now gave off an the contours of their sharp breasts.
December 22, 2025 at 10:12 AM
Renata joined me with one arm out of the injured.
December 22, 2025 at 2:11 AM
You're right, Ballard -- he watches as a friend takes in slow motion.
December 21, 2025 at 6:11 PM
As I think of Vaughan I see him with her pleasant sexual dreams, her small fingers.
December 21, 2025 at 10:12 AM
Around us the silver controls of the car seemed his face was lit by looking over my shoulder at the speeding lights of the expressway.
December 21, 2025 at 2:11 AM
Two firemen face all he leaned his naked body against me.
December 20, 2025 at 6:11 PM
Confused by these beckoning needs, -- ripped out, as Vaughan explained later, were recapitulated in the distance between myself and the car.
December 20, 2025 at 10:10 AM
The whiteness of his arms and chest Catherine helped me quickly to an hour a day.
December 20, 2025 at 2:07 AM