New Seven Word Story

if the Pagan's did it so can

 

I!!!.... so off we go to the

 

Bacchanal, drooling with carnal desires and fleshly

 

yearnings.... the 53 from Plumstead goes there

 

daily, carrying Dave Courtney and a licentious

 

Female bus driver also named Dave, who

 

worked a doughnut shop at night where

 

they served the most scrumptious blueberry danish

 

which somehow reminded me of that weird

 

girl in grade seven who chewed her

 

way through five inches of her Auntys'

 

prosthetic leg....that was really odd considering

 

that her teeth were no more than

 

craggy, broken stumps, owing to endless sessions

 

of rock chomping competitions in Upper Beading.

 

she also like rolling cheese down the

 

paved spaghetti street that was flowing with

 

the sounds of retarded crickets on crack

 

that inhaled the smoke so deeply they

 

merged into a cricket consciousness singularity that