Her deep blue eyes glared vacantly into mine with that same blank expression still showing on her haunted face. In boundless masculinity I demanded that she put my cock into her mouth. Her eyes rolled upward as she gathered spit...
The moon grew smothered by October clouds, and from her mouth fell the fruit of sodomy; days wasted on blood and sex. She was a breathing egg, deformed and full with cancer. The sperm swam mindlessly throughout the alleys of Canal street, while Christ hung mockingly on a telephone pole under the swollen red sky--and the wind washed over the shit and piss of animals still clinging in lifeless terror to their drugs. I told her I loved her and put my hands to her throat...
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