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I sat outside her window; the cigarette next to the filter fell from lips connected to a dirt road.  She asked me for a piece of pie with a response in it.  I reached for a cup of coffee and a poisoned dagger.

As a black blouse stuck on the cabinet handle she wrote in tongues, "How was your day?"  He wrenched aside the table of peppercorns and tin/whistles, his insides a fuzzy cauldron of leaflets and arrow tips.  "Just fine.  Thanks.  And yours?"  A pierce of paper through webbing between fingers and the genius: ladies.

She opened a bottle of perfume; as the bottle rested on the table she used one hand, but mostly 3 fingers (no thumb). Hopping around on pogo/sticks is not easy. Rasps of files across an eye's iris. It smelt of street lamps, gutter dirt, and curry. His nose grew to a proportionate size relative to the scent.

And rode his brain to a leveled farm house. I reached inside his sack of cloverleaf and peanut husks. An Armenian carpet weaved together in the barn with a bear pelt. The fire grew and I stepped out on the porch; surveying. Wisps of smoke and sparks, whiffs of roses, burnt flesh, and street lamps filled the night's sky. An unfortunate place for him to find me,,, under gallows and women's windows.

He asked the question with teeth of silver spurs and barbed wire, breath of steak.  “What are you doing here?”

“Stretching my back.” I said with grins of dead leaves and deer hide. “A finger faster,” the porch raised.

I asked him for a cigarette and a light as if he didn't see me put out the one I was smoking as he approached.

She screamed from her pirate ship window, garnished with iron weapons and trebuchets filled with terminally ill, infectious, diseased individuals.

“I could tell they were angry,” I said without thinking it. I opened my pocket watch to see 4:02 and a bracelet from the girl last night. I “ask for forgiveness,” said. Wait... “fuck!” he screamed flinging dead bodies in my general direction. He hosed me down afterwards in good spirits over spirits.

She reached the point and saw it ft to ambush me from my least protected side.

I could swear the first thing she did was kiss me with tongues of joy and teeth of pleasure. But after the shock wore off I realized I was naked in a field of canola with benny and duke. What a time to be righteous and free of...

I woke up in the hospital with disintegrated knee caps and a blown ear. I entered the nurse after telling her my name and occupation, serial number, and credit card number. Her feces stained breath accented her overall image of dust, bloody bond tooth decay, and frazzled hair. I later found out she died of plastic complications. The dream came to an end when the doctor entered the room and asked the nurse to stop feeding me so that I could pay attention to him.

Doctor spoke of violin line screech and radio hiss, but altogether applicable. “How long?” “before what,” sprinkles of joy surround an ice cream shell. I opened the Jello container with three hands and noticed his apathy.

Below the pirate ship windows a billy club connects with flowerful accuracy. She leaped with joy at the release of the suspense and went back to bed horny off blood and the screams of the wounded man outside. She waited for the next man to enter with tinsel and laurel. A hard-on sported for the last 2 hours. She gripped the bed with practiced pleasure and perfect presence. He lasted 3 minutes and moaned in defeat as the next man entered the room. He climbed the mirror out of spite and rose his head in glee. “I am different,” “I am not like these men. I will take you away from here.” Two minutes later he exited the room with a heart of chocolate and pants of cream. She laughed to herself knowing of his torture; the man outside folding his hands in patience as he waits for the next available ambulance to arrive.

Her room is filled with pictures of Marilyn and Madonna look a likes, indistinguishable from the street corner.

He decides to move his body onto the sidewalk but discovers a patch of wheat residue and a bottle of canola oil.

“A box of bandages!” the driver said with wisps of whiskey and hollowed out/rotten logs. His partner, the copilot, took over the operation of that vehicle.