CorrespondenceA Chapter by Kevin A. Katz
Matt: then don't , i'm not your mother, your a editor with deadlines , a young entrepenourial kid , beat with notions of reality, and dead set of ripping his heart out and smearing it all across the world , one sheet of news print at a time Kevin: thats fine you silly b*****d, theres no need to bring out your lectures now o no, well, such is the bored tantrums of an upper middle class suburban horror story in the making, a lector of rejected vex, a simeoultaneous orgasim during group sex (don't ask) 8:35 PM theres no need to ask, you're obviously going through your crack withdrawal delusions. It's understandable nah, its just a symbiotic reasoning between two species of turtles, turtles with humps, turtles with bumps, and sometimes the turtle that got away. Tortise on the other hand, don't f**k with those beasts of glory, they will shove your brain into your soul and make you see death a million times over now that, my boy, is the first thing you've said that's made sense 8:40 PM ever in my life 8:45 PM amen brother 8:50 PM Holy S**t what a chimpanzee just jumped through my window alright hunter it claimed it wad the president of the united states and demanded that i give him all of my posessions i fought with all of my strength shoot him in the index finger but the b*****d had backup backup i tell you DON"T USE HOLLOW POINT BULLETS f**k me they make it stronger he didnt have an index finger he only had three fingers Its hard to aim when theyre flailing around he was screaming and throwing s**t everywhere while his henchmen grabbed me by the arms and threw me to the ground you b*****d then they took all of my posessions me b*****d you f*****g w***e who are you calling a b*****d its that f*****g ape's fault, not mine do you want to try some ether hes the one going on a rampage of terror can you send it through the phone? only in canada ah f**k canada 8:55 PM they dont have anything to offer the world except maple syrup and moose and i can get those precious commodities from the supermarket god damn my neck hurts those f*****g animals stomped me on the way out curb stomp them hey man, they're f*****g gone now riding off into the sunset with their loot i'm f*****g powering this computer with some pedals, a bicycle chain, and a generator he bit through my power supply before he left go cry me a river o i will f*****g cry you a river and you'll f*****g drown in that river you lurch hey whats the name of that jbt album you gave me grand national Thanks Man yea no problem © 2008 Kevin A. KatzAuthor's Note
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