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The result of fast food.

There was a ping pop and fizzle, I heard my new born grizzle, like fine rain it started to lightly drizzle. There was a fizzle pop and ping, the force upset my ring due to the sting. It took on a life if it's own and the poem went out the window. It crawled out my rectum like a possessed rabid zombie, the worm had turned and gave a wink as it continued to slink out of my hole. I swallowed the air which had thickened as a result of the gas creeping out the pores of the beasts own ass. This thing was a body in my body but nobody knew not even me! I fell to my knees face to face with my creation not born from my mother but sort of like my brother. Good grief! I had eaten a KFC bargain bucket the night before, I smiled and it smiled a gob full of corn on the cob teeth.
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May 19, 2015
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