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| January 1998 / Volume One / Issue One | ||||||||
| Michael Bosau | ||||||||
| I look down and realize my nose has been bleeding all over my shirt Fuckin' coke always makes my nose bleed I'll just ignore it, it'll go away Everyone in the bar is staring at me I start to cry uncontrollably not from embarassment but from a sharp image I've just had of when I was a little boy. She wiggles in front of me and begins licking and biting the bar so hard that she starts getting long wooden splinters buried deep in her ugly tongue I get a sharp pain in my chest and think that I am having a heart attack when my stomach erupts with a loud gurgling sound I vomit all over the floor splashing on my shoe and pant leg As I look up she licks something off my chin and kisses my tears away All the while whispering I know, I know, I know...( ) until finally I notice that she's been wiping her ass with a flyer I've just handed her Are you in this band she sighs so softly I get an erection I wanted to respond with a gentle no while I stroked her long soft curls as she began to suck on my thumb with the dirty nail No you fuckin' bitch I screamed uncontrollably as I smashed her pretty white face as hard as I could I became extremely annoyed when the blood from her nose exploded on my face So I grabbed the beer I'd been milking and walked out of the bar with one of her teeth still stuck in my knuckle |
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