Without so much as a caress she stole my knees and ripped out my tongue. What the hell is love without danger? Answer: mush. If you’re not a suicidal fool, you’re not a lover. I fell hard for the jangle of her promises, the doom she prophesized, the diamond teeth that twinkled her history in 36 LCD full-color animations, I worshipped her style, those talking Martian shoes, the writhing breathing skirt that barely touched all twelve of her legs. Trust me: you haven’t lived until you’ve loved a woman in a tin foil hat. Goddamn! My girl’s a freak.
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Title by: Anonymous
Story by: Bill Henderson
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Poetry! pure and yet not simple.