The Remote

The remote It was a terrible hallucination an old hex came out of her grave and raped me I was lame paralyzing fear she sat on top of me and reeked of semen of a thousand men left to rankle in her mouldy . I fumbled for my remote to switch the channel off could not find the remote, then the horses came galloping through the woods, I mounted one and we were riding on the Pampas of Argentine. All the while, the hex hollered something foul about multiple orgasms, I found the remote the screen filled with irises and sweet poems.