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Then I heard it -- a sound like an oboe being strangled. Teeny was farting onto the cement stoop through her jeans, a tripple flutter blast.
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(to be read like Casey at the Bat)The temperature was chilly on that December dayOur checklist near complete, just two more rounds to playElizabeth had been inked and poked inside the ringNow it was DJ's turn to do his manly thingAbstinence was the game, days one through…
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She turned and went for the stairs. I sort of sped up from the chair just to be able to touch her beautiful ass cheek before she raised her foot up the first step. She turned to me and we came together in a warm, delicate kiss. My tongue did things on i
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You. You are like a pill, best taken with peroxide in the middle of The Sahara while playing a drunken game of William Tell with William S. Burroughs. Your side-effects include: Regurgitation Broken apartment leases Loss of…
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The feeling slowly arose that I just had to, I really needed to, kiss her. We had been such good friends, but I realized I could not resist this urge that had been building up, however scary.
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Sex in seventeen syllables...
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we did it doggy style, so high. as a joke, she kept moaning, "João! Oh João!" we laughed wildly.
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She overcomes herself on the day of the spectacle, clown paint, unmoving amid a rumble of trains and screens, video logs and snapshots, live blogs from phones wet with lotion. This is Tokyo. Facial masks. Bare flaking paint in streams. Stardust.
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Her fever spreads through lines of a plaid mini, over burnt milk, darkened to yellow. Fingers explore fabric folds up and into the lost dimensions of logic.
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102100
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Rosey streaks through the city, dragging a flooded umbrella.
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Lost in the depths of my mind I become euphoric whilst my words lust paper A thought, one that foretells true inspiration Is swiftly buried amongst those that covet.
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My old buddy Snoop Dogg saunters into the room, and we go through a handshake routine that takes over ten minutes, ending with double-backflips and some brotherly penis swordplay.
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I began to suspect I was living in an art film as I stood in line at the DMV.
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I was overly dramatic, that was my problem. Her parents, I'd have to shoot them.Point blank range.It was colder at the top of the water tower than I would have guessed from the ground. The wind was different up there. I liked it though. I've always felt better suited for…
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I could smell the burgers and fries at Whataburger. My stomach growled but I was living on celery, tuna and water because Aaron had made a comment about my beer belly a couple of weeks ago. He put his fingers in my hair. He loved my long hair. I felt like
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