I can Cut you Out.

I can Cut you Out.

A Story by Wallux Hound
"

This abnormally thick with milk.

"
She has wide hips and the voice of a bass amplifier. Bring it to her attention that the moon has her on the run, and she'll swim in a mocking solution of hired guns and mercenaries. I sat down with her in the open floors of Utah, where grass is sprinkled like liver spots on the scalp of a Puerto Rican Giant, which is the name of her old band. She has wide hips, on the elevator you can tip and rotate her centered blouse . Hours consume the temperature on sunny the backs o proud Clydesdale  and slide tubes of fat into the river.
I'm frustrated with everything and I only wish to drop the level of my fried stick slapping, as a signal to all you sons of circus tanned c***s, on the ferris. AS IN you mister dream tick. It's unlikely, like intelligent people and if you can honestly hate as much as you say you can then I will be lapping the floor from the walls, hunting hydrogen down, i'm hurting hydrogen along the southern coast, it's where I can sit with her, and it is where I can lean a loud battle, where I can issue arrest warrants. This isn't where I belong, this isn't how I was supposed to sign my social security card at all, this is madness, and following the pattern of side show races, It is all most definitely, the cowards way out. And that isn't my calling, I would rather climb those scales into a different segment of general passes. Is it that obvious?
       Nein, nein, nein, I have made it to the side of prosperity, though it reveals itself as a burning pat in the mouth. Mothers issuing me, what I could not, and as it were inside, these things were never, of how this is mulling, inside this is mulling.
       However, though you can smell urine around your bed, it is most certainly, your own, urine... that is. And that's not so bad. That's not so bad as it to pull and twist you, to tense and smoosh you. That is merely your urine around the place where you sleep every other day.

How    about

Every                                 once in a

while, the price
                  over out

and                                  under  your head,

is allowed

time to relax

"It's skin is pressed with creasing seams, it's not only hungry but it is making it's way through you. It's better than you."



"Try to Laugh. Frown and Laugh. Trying to Run, Try to Laugh with and Run."


"Please, move from my way."

Trying to Laugh and try to laugh.

"It's not alright to watch television all of the day, and to masturbate all of the night."

© 2011 Wallux Hound


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Wallux Hound
Wallux Hound

Baltimore, MD



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