my desk is pile high with shit it looks like pauls desk. maybe it is pauls desk. i cant wait to
sell this desk. once i had a large dining room wood table as my desk. it was in the living room
with a couch and the fireplace with built in book shelves. there were frenchy doors that went out
to the enclosed porch that held an old three speed bike that robert rode down clark st. sitting
up like a prairie dog wearing a plaid cap. there were two larger than life awful paintings with
xmas tree lights strung over them that robert did. they were in the dining room. one was of amber,
the he she that he fucked in atlanta..the other was ambers companion. some doe boy. there was a
big moon behind each of them. they were bad but they were o.k. that was the room robert painted
in. my bedroom was off of it. it was the only room in the apartment that didnt have wood floors.
it had a large white sheet of linoleum in it. i slept on blankets over it and there were a few
necklaces hanging off the three rung radiator in that room. a tin mess dish on top of the radiator
with birds wings in it. on the far end of the room my suede jacket hung on the wall the arms rip
ped to shreds by the wolfdog zeb that lived with us. LUNCH was written on the back of the jacket
in black el marko. there were six radiators in that apartment and only half of the one in the
kitchen worked. meechee the landlord one day was up tinkering but not doing shit to fix the heat
scene. he was teasing zeb and zeb bit into his calf fast. the police came up to fill out a report
but wouldnt enter the apartment until zeb was locked in roberts room. roberts room was on the
other side of the diningroompaintingroom. at night time robert and i would call zeb from each of
our beds trying to convince the dog to sleep with one of us. i think zeb would lick cum off roberts
dick lovingly. i just wanted him for his coatwarmth. zeb never was one of the dogs i fucked. robert
picked up some guy at manscountry one night. his name was jeffrey big cock and he came by our
place a few times..northwestern u. curly blond jew boy big cock. robert thinks thats who gave him
aids. one day juan came by to see me. he wanted cash. i gave him 100 bucks from the lawsuit i had
just won involving my skull fracture. the next morning he was back for more money. i gave him one
dollar and told him never to ask me for money again. he was staying on the couch in the livingroom
some nights. i didnt want him sleeping with me. he was having trouble with bert basically he wasnt
working for cash. we went to the voodoo graveyard two blocks away with zeb who was chasing rabbits
and showing us where all the headless chickens were. that was the first time i heardsaw a woodpeck
er. i wanted to fuck juan there. we hardly ever talked. we went home and fucked and then he right
away decided to get on the clark st. bus and head back to pilsen to go and see bert. i went out on
a walk and i was across the street from the wilson avenue fire department cruising along with zeb
when a fireman yelled at me/wheres your mustache you fucking dyke?/ i pulled down my jeans ex
posing my black pubes to him and yelled back/right here..ya wanna try it on?/ i buttoned up and
kept walking. there was arzel myles the next block up. arzel the blackest hunk of a bull terrier
face on top of locomotive body. he was ready with the usual hey baby i be telling you true arzel is
made for you baby arzel knows how to make you feel goooood i be telling you true. all summer long
arzel be telling me true. robert wanted arzel bad but arzel was homophobe stud. robert told me to
never fuck arzel unless robert was home. he wanted to film it on high contrast b & w so i wouldnt
show up. robert wasnt home. i was horny and had heard enough of that be telling you true stuff.
i invited him up pretending we were going to get some pot to take on a walk down by the lake with
us. we sat at the kitchen table smoking a joint shooting the shit. he got up and stood behind me
slipping my tits out of my fathers shortsleeved shirt that i was wearing. he bent down and started
sucking on my neck licking down to my tits sucking on my nipples and i got up and he followed to
the blankets on the floor in my bedroom. here finally was mister arzel i be telling you true baby
stud man blacker than black myles in my bedroom. we stripped each other naked and i began to suck
on his uncircumcised cock but he pushed me off it and forced me onto my back stuck his dick in
my cunt. 12 strokes and he came immediately rolled off fell asleep. i lay there looking at the
ceiling listening to him snore/ looking at that body. i got up and smoked some more pot and arzel
woke up. he said/oh baby you must be the best i ever had i never fell asleep before you really
did it to me baby i be telling you true
Vava Pussy leads an exaggerated life in Knoxville, Tennessee. It is her biggest hope to get the hell out of there ... take the kids, take the husband, take the dog. Rumor has it that she/he/them/it may be moving to the Puget Sound in the near future.
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