Saturday, July 7, 2007

Stranger and Stranger

by Ari Collins

The Stranger, my brother told me, is using your other hand, so it feels like some awkward girl’s jerking you off. I tried it yesterday, and it felt like Little Laurie Smythe after gym. Until the migraine hit, and the vision. A beauty, translucent blue rubber skin and glowing purple organs. I woke up sticky.

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