eyeballkid

Her naked body lay unconcious on my lepoard print bed. I could see her smooth ass from where I lay, hidden, behind my dirty clothes baskets in my closet. I had been slamming vodka 7s and straight Jack Daniels all night. When she passed out during Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas I thought it would be funny to hide in the shadows and throw things at her disoriented form. I was right. I laughed heartily to myself. I screeched loudly like a Velociraptor and threw a dirty sock. I laughed. She snored. Soon piles of dirty linen flecked her alabastor hulk. I screeched in delight, but I knew she was too far gone to feal them. I picked up a 25 pound wait and liifted it over my head. From far away I heard a voice. "No, Matt. That will kill her." I put it down and smirked. I climbed out of the closet and walked into the living room. In the hallway I realised I was nude. I passed a sleeping girl on the couch though I couldn't quite remember who she was. I made my way to the fridge and made myself a drink. I ate three shrimp and went back to my room. She snored like a wildebeast. I took a drink and looked at the floor. I was wearing one sock. The other foot stood on a slice of pinneapple pizza. I found a spoiled Phillie sticking out from under the bed, next to some porn mags, broken statues of roman warriors and .22 caliber bullets. I lit the cigar and sat down next to the girl. I knew the genius was there, but what to do with it? I looked at my oak desk, to the dozens of unfinished works of cognizant fiction. I bit my lip and drew blood. The sun was coming up...I had another drink.

Alexis is coming to see me next month. I can't wait. A trip from RxQueen would top it off. Perhaps it would be too much. I'm up to a challenge. Though I've decided not to be a suicideboy. There's noone to rake my pictures. And besides, then I'd lose my mysteriousness, and to me...that would be a crime. Now, back to my whiskey.