Punch God in the HeadA Story by Wallux HoundThis is happening, we are fully understanding ideas that were once assumed unintelligible!
"How is not the product of what you can expect or assume. However, there
is something much more distinguished then languid verses, or pinching
spin drilled pentagrams. Gently move around your pushing prowess of
hunger, that you limp all over in rapid twitches, in solid clasps that
stretch your skinny fingers against harsh air pressure."
"Hospitality covering the basic love of headless cat tree's, twisted along swollen beach fronts. Now it's plausible enough to rear-split atoms like tripped space cakes. Counter attack in order to confront and as it swells over your head like a coven, your untraceable movements will slip in and out mucking up fun-house dance craves. Like a wacky pop-up book smashing the gates of heaven." "I suggest an order! Crack whip the offer into the f*****g sky. Dismiss dangling wires to the frantic boils that tickle the skin, that brim over with nine to ten shifts. And it is no more different than the act of hurling hooked up harlots along thick a*s slices of provolone stacked to the f*****g moon. It's all about variety like public health and stick munchin dick heads with ironic clarity, the likes of which only a mother could love." © 2011 Wallux HoundAuthor's Note
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Added on June 22, 2011 Last Updated on June 22, 2011 AuthorWallux HoundBaltimore, MDAboutIt's Become unusual to me. a) There are mumblings in my drinks, b) One for the show is much More engaging. c) I have stepped into a wool lake. I haven't been able to counter-act my own upbringing,.. more..Writing
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