with end notes of wood plank and spliters on my cock as i pulled out all gooey and soft. The night caved in like the soul i once had sucked out by teen lovers sitting in a malt shop with milkshake and two straws. I was the shopsweep creeping by the phone booth looking for change in the coin return and the fumes and my anger turned on all the angry white bitches and they came swarming like fungus on the shower wall.
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