This is an excerpt from a collaborative story I did with my friend Bobby several years ago, which I just found. We traded off each word.
How supple the lustful thought,
is fishing sport?
Indeed!
Is the world tainted? Indeed!
Onwards I traveeled,
headlong into my acid trip.
He was my immortal soul.
Uncle, I tried.
I licked acid surfaces for pennies.
Every teratoma I devoured
led me deeper into the testicular abyss.
I fucking travelled so as to witness myself.
Grandma never said anything about black devils.
This travel led me to believe.
You're naive.
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