The Hogs of Entropy 0678

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· 5 years ago

  

 
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    888     888 888      888 888                 "I Step In Shit and 
    888ooooo888 888      888 888oooo8            Sleep On The Floor" 
    888     888 888      888 888    "                  by RMW 
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        During the last few years of my life, I have become a man.  My hands 
 are very small, silky and smooth.  I do absolutely nothing to make them 
 this way; they are what they are.  I can probably accredit it to the fact 
 that I have not participated in a day of hard labor in my life.  Everyone 
 who comes in contact with my hands is amazed by them.  This often leads to 
 me saying something along the lines of "Imagine these hands caressing you 
 breasts?"  Sometimes I get carried away and actually have sex.  What are 
 these people thinking? 

        I am a very particular person.  I find flaws in everyone I meet, 
 but only admire people with infinite flaws.... The average person is not 
 good enough for me.  The closer I get to a person, the harder I push them 
 away.  I once had this best friend and he decided to jump ontop of me and 
 perform unspeakable acts.  I haven't seen him since that happened.  No 
 love has been lost. 

        I have been hanging out with this girl recently and her friend is 
 always around.  So out of the blue the friend asked me for my home 
 address.  I didn't think much of it and I gave it to her..... Maybe she 
 wanted to send me a post card when on vacation or something.  A few weeks 
 later I received this big yellow envelope in the mail with the following 
 written on the back, "Scars are souvenirs you never lose, the past is 
 never far behind." Contained inside were poems and drawings that the 
 girl had made.  So the next time I hung out with her, I kicked the living 
 shit out of her and made her promise she would never send me another 
 thing in the mail.  Hmm, actually..... I just never talked to her again. 

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 [ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS!        HOE #678 - WRITTEN BY: RMW - 6/9/99 ]