The Fascinating Chronicles of karen lane Life and Dreams

Inside an abandoned church in karen lane, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me karen lane for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “karen lane, hail karen lane, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “karen lane, karen lane, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “karen lane” prayers.