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HEROIN ADDICTED SLUTS (a comedy) they do it cause it turns you on ed gein has shot an old lady shot a couple of old ladies and didnt even rape them watched hitler cartoons ate chips listened to his mother shriek OPEN THE GUN CABINET BOY a girl jumped off henry lee lucas 16 year old hardon a few seconds before orgasm as a joke a smiling rapist lives in the woods behind my house i bring him cans of soup i once saw a girl laying up against a building with a torn tank top on she had a bloody nose it gave me a hardon and a smile they are under you skin under your skin under your skin folded into squares THE HEROIN ADDICTED JUNKY his name was watched l would lay in the cans behind the barber shop 3 feet of hair weighing down tiny body televisions screaming out of open windows always woke watched up he would get a beer, heroin, cigarettes and lay under the open window listening to the television until it stopped rarely noticed one day was approached a guy with an oversized chain link instead of lips ajar mouth displaying a few bobbing lit cigarettes and a small plastic spoon he would gag on a finger gestured painfully out of one ear melting aside knelt down injecting something in watcheds arm he awoke later under the vaseline rain a feeling of pain and unease looking down & shaped scars on his gut something hard and jagged poking out of his bleeding skin in some places stands up to walk up the road in bare feet into a city bus unable to sit down on the bus some of the others watched him while he picked his teeth with the bus drivers giant thumb and into the emergency room where they used a pair of scissors and tongs to take the rusty can out and toss it in the trashcan giving him a pair of scissors if this ever happens again do it yourself we arent a breast reduction clinic set him back on his own into the street where he fell asleep and awoke again the same thing pulled out the live rat from inside his intestines that slithered into a drain sewing his stomach shut with dull eyes he fell asleep and awoke again the same thing pulled out the steak from inside his discolored intestines and cooked it over a fire impaled on a short tin rod he laid on a mattress that had a tear in it some dirt on it fell asleep felt pain before consciousness feeling another mound stumbled to his feet a sip of beer walking to the sidewalk waiting for the bus collapsed onto a tangled wire fence along the roadside poets, drunks, perverts, children, hoes and primates cum out of tea kettle sized houses and toss the body into the river with a few heave-hoes a small cold testicle resting on my notebook man squats and hops down the steps reaching a long arm to pinch the testicle with his thumb and forefinger approaches my sleeping body to compare to my own cold nuts awake but afraid to move
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