Where onions bloom lilacs lean away

Eyes gripped tighter than john henrys lunch money. the hateful jaw of a pound bound terrier. I hurtled forward toward Vidalia. the iridescent clergy perched on the dash would soon lead us with a hymn. a hymn of reckoning and recompense. go tell it on the mountain you soulless cocksuckers. one more hour. youre about to get fricked at the drive thru

I loaded the bowl with chicken and grabbed the torch. I drove with my knees. we called it chicken because it smelled like fried chicken when we cooked it. realized in Linus's grandmothers trailer deep in the hazardous hills of Guyton. I only brought enough to get me to vidalia. thats all I would need

I was angry when I realized the whore took my sweet Dookie, our chocolate dachshund. his heart was true. he was a pal and a confidante. And yeah of course I was angry when I realized she took my sega genesis and all my cartridges. but then everything changed. that moment. that white hot second when I realized the philandering bitch took my mothers can opener. things got apocalyptic. I knew there would be crime tape and bodies. that rusty sunbeam co-225 had been in my family for over 40 years. It opened every high life my father ever drank. when I was born my mother opened cans of sweet carnation to salve her tattered nipples and nurse her handsome little man. she'd later use it when making every after school potted meat sandwich I ever tasted. here I come bitch. here I come