Fruit.A Story by Wallux HoundThe 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 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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