Chunken Funkel #13
swallow my response wander on past wooden boxes where elevation to the position of God are kept a can opener frustratingly not fitting over the head of a can in a conversation with a bee You haven’t left me any! cries the bee girlie buzzy voice Any? Any of what? I say with eagerness Not even a tiny amount or even one! Opposing ideas? No Um No! Wait I’m thinking No! I give up annoyed I can’t answer any of your questions Oh No I’m totally glad I didn’t give you any The any might get you on the wrong bus or train if you don’t leave me any! Okay right I better here’s what I’ll do um leave you an unspecified of any Good No Great! Satisfied her voice is flies away backwards the only way she knows how
I’m blocking irate normal football-loving normal-looking person can easily arouse sexual desire from using the vending machine 6-foot Mr Punctuation Mark expert at putting to use showing the leaving out of a letter or letters & I discuss whether or not we should spend a few hours imitating for loose change only a chimp or a gorilla we wouldn’t have to bother save many seconds making a tail chimps gorillas don’t possess one Awkward smart ugly things! irate normal person says loud echoes attention on us GET OUTTA THE WAY NOW!!! he just wants to take us apart not at all put rebuild us back together I’m about to stand my ground a rare display guy spins around storms off a win for the weird! rare moment leave feeling good this time not dead meat hanging for rats
I go into on the right an Advance Purchase Excursion shop people eject in private booth hear them squeezing hard must make it clear brought down transport fair booked a specified stretch of time beforehand from the hole end of the alimentary canal go right up to the female clerk disinterested normal-looking share nicely I have a disorder of the central nervous system affects my capacity to use comprehend guilt of apostasy I’m destined for this & this only purpose! She just looks through me shoos me away I shoo away
on a long seat near railing suit-wearing handsome stockbroker celery stick out of a tub patting the heads of the not suit-wearing ugly interns they lick his shoes clean the yogurt before he gets whiff of outcast he charges them one hundred dollars an hour
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