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Staples fell from the bulldozer like bulletcasings from a mass murderer's shotgun.
i looked left and the only other object on the table was a suicide persons rope and i couldnt decide so i
bent over to allow Captain Beefheart entry to my moistened
lavatory door knob. I had already worn out the other doornobs in the flat, and Germaine Greer had been round to replace them all a couple of times each. I was so embarrassed, I couldn't walk into a hardware store anywhere in town without them frowning,
trying to shop for lubricants, but always ending up with cocoa powder instead which made for messy
guitar solos which sounded like Prince with his fingers taped together soloing with one hand and wanking with the other, spreading his sweaty seed over a sea of ventilators.
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Vern Acula
balloonman
