fake interviews with fake people. the wording lures them from the fattening of babies who talk early. my silent uncle dying on a bed was asked if he had any first words. I was going to slice bread but pointed the knife at my ear hole, held it with my left, and slammed it in with my right. a man writes a song and sings it to the belly he thinks houses a son. his daughter stops a bullet from bruising his wife’s spine and is delivered unmolested but in high school begins to smell like gunpowder. she joins the KKK but doesn’t tell the KKK. I wake up behind the wheel of a car just in time to kiss the driver’s neck and the driver makes a fish face so horribly a child giggles in hell and pretty soon.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 8:13 PM UTC
fake interviews with fake people. the wording lures them from the fattening of babies who talk early. my silent uncle dying on a bed was asked if he had any first words. I was going to slice bread but pointed the knife at my ear hole, held it with my left, and slammed it in with my right. a man writes a song and sings it to the belly he thinks houses a son. his daughter stops a bullet from bruising his wife’s spine and is delivered unmolested but in high school begins to smell like gunpowder. she joins the KKK but doesn’t tell the KKK. I wake up behind the wheel of a car just in time to kiss the driver’s neck and the driver makes a fish face so horribly a child giggles in hell and pretty soon.
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