Violently & Often

He pumped out poetry the way some men pump out semen. Violently and often. When ever, you name it. It's probably happening right now in your town. Tell me it isn't? I would tell you but I have no vocal chords. I sold them one day when I was fiending for some heroin. Less talking, anyway, and more fucking. That's what I always say. But what do I know? I can't stop talking even when I'm fucking. Fuck me harder oh yeah hmm I think I need to go shopping fuck me oh yeah oh my god. Then we cuddled. He cried like a baby. I made him feel like a woman. Like the most beautiful special woman in the whole wide world. Like an underage prostitute in Mumbai, like Poland circa 1942, like a female politician, you could even say like an astronaut on LSD.

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