Fruit.

Fruit.

A Story by Wallux Hound
"

The brass, and the iron stringed contraptions.

"
How did it happen? Let me guess, that's a prostitute. Yes, I can Tell by the way it's eyes turn inside like convulsions in a whirling hacking motion. Can you be honest? Because I can get you to Charles street in back in under an hour.

"Hold on Cupcake."
I have it easy like hard boiled lemon genitals cut with baby laxatives and my very own grandiose granola snack packs.
"So it's formal all of a sudden?"
Pay the damn machine it's f*****g forty three cents all ready, I gotta fly a bird to Foxbank and study the succulent behavior of the nearby burnouts.

"Keep your hands off FruitPie."

© 2011 Wallux Hound


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Wallux Hound
Get your hands out of town.

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