Crayons.
She said "Piss on me you're beautiful, give it to me, this shower of dramamine, of prosac, of twisted chemicals all out to get me
to rip me apart and destroy my dignity."
He looked down. The miniature porcelain face gazing at him was little more than nonexistent. He was certain of the junky
shit she used; it radiated reams of incorporeal flesh from her body. Four fucking beers yeah he wanted to piss, needed, even, but more
he wanted to throw up onto this strange abused abuser of coprophiliac slant. It was clear love hadn't existed in her eyes for years,
only the hunger to feel another's urine and shit everywhere in her body. He couldn't contain it.
"Oh you fucking bitch, I never knew you went to second base first date! Give me more, more, enough simply isn't!" With a flourish, she
reinforced her words with a shove of her index down his throat.
He didn't know why he'd come today. Yeah he wanted to have fun and don't we all? but he didn't realize the numerous physical boundaries which resist snarlingly at being pushed. And how did he explain his love (born of disgust) for this seal-fetus girl, no older than eighteen, bathing in their dinner at his feet? Her eyes like milk saucers, her breasts almost a cave in her chest, it was as though heroin took physical form in a young malformed debutante...
Who feels more pain - the six-year junky going cold turkey for three days in his bedroom alone, the mother who watches her only child die right before her eyes, or the fundamentalist Christian father whose sons all die of AIDS contracted from homosexual intercourse?
to rip me apart and destroy my dignity."
He looked down. The miniature porcelain face gazing at him was little more than nonexistent. He was certain of the junky
shit she used; it radiated reams of incorporeal flesh from her body. Four fucking beers yeah he wanted to piss, needed, even, but more
he wanted to throw up onto this strange abused abuser of coprophiliac slant. It was clear love hadn't existed in her eyes for years,
only the hunger to feel another's urine and shit everywhere in her body. He couldn't contain it.
"Oh you fucking bitch, I never knew you went to second base first date! Give me more, more, enough simply isn't!" With a flourish, she
reinforced her words with a shove of her index down his throat.
He didn't know why he'd come today. Yeah he wanted to have fun and don't we all? but he didn't realize the numerous physical boundaries which resist snarlingly at being pushed. And how did he explain his love (born of disgust) for this seal-fetus girl, no older than eighteen, bathing in their dinner at his feet? Her eyes like milk saucers, her breasts almost a cave in her chest, it was as though heroin took physical form in a young malformed debutante...
Who feels more pain - the six-year junky going cold turkey for three days in his bedroom alone, the mother who watches her only child die right before her eyes, or the fundamentalist Christian father whose sons all die of AIDS contracted from homosexual intercourse?