I open this page and think of a couple words to start with, then I type without stopping till I have a paragraph.Then I press publish. No pausing. No editing. (I fix up the spelling and the odd bit of punctuation to make it more in line with what my brain was thinking and my fingers were trying to type, but I don't add or remove any words) ........... Find LITTLE VISIONS VOL 1 in audiobook and zine format at https://bridesofchrist.bandcamp.com/album/little-visions-vol-1-audiobook
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
FACING THE WIND
Facing the wind, my nose frosted up and got frostbite. The wind bit it off, chunk by chunk. Then it bit off my cheeks and my lips and my eyebrows and large chunks of my forehead. But my baby loves me so that when she saw she said "c'mere" and pashed me long and hard. All the folks standing around began to vomit at the sight of such a disfigured man being pashed so, my tongue poking out from the lipless teeth and waggling about in her mouth. I would have kindly asked them to take their vomiting elsewhere as the smell was interrupting my amor, but I was too busy kissing.
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