Splatter fuck jeans,
licking with my teeth
for the fabric in between the denim
and her skin.
Tongue splitting atoms
slush and collide in the back
of her throat like splashing
paint on a wall.
She began speaking in tongues
and all I could make out was
"Euphoria is a town in Illinois."
Upset I had finally fucked the Oracle
only to learn of her ignorance, her
stomach met my blade without a choice
in the matter.
And as I stood above this stuck-pig of
a whore,
I corrected her.
"It's Peoria my sweet."

02/21/2009

Posted on 02/21/2009
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