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Beyond the crumbs are tables covered in linen and china. Silverware and eyeballs staring down the presented carcasses. Whoever seeks the excuse me wins. Is saved. Will live on. Next room. Continue.
I don't use my nostrils enough to speak french. Pain au chocolat.
Carry a lighter to see in the dark, arrive at the toilet burn my dick with the heated metal, held in my right hand as the zipper hits its ending.
Tiny Maxim Magazine type struggles, I cannot pry the zipper from the lowest point in the line. Caught there fingernails attempt to pry. It's useless. So close to reach so far away from.
Throw the pants on the fire. Grin over pits and throw a few sticks on the fire.
"It's the earnest, well worn, consonants that really get it going" said the the man with the hammer in hand, nails in chest, whole configuration fux0r'd. Fell up the stairs, bashed my knees. Can't distinguish between the good bug AND the bad bug. Tiny insect legs pave the path. Cement shoes tied on for walks through forests.
Let each man speak his father, nested in undead logic, it fired back in sweet ricochet.
Escape plans from the escape plans expel death. Logic forbids it. Take another card.
The fool, inverted means something but I couldn't grow to care.