steaming appendage

crossfittn

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Feb 4, 2007
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I was managing the cinder blocks with pride before they came around. They always had to come at such a late hour. It was annoying, and I had bad sleep for the past several weeks since the project started. But I signed up for this, the pay was good and the mission easy enough. It’s just not a good place to live. I dreamed of the day I’d see my family again. Chris would be in 2nd grade already.

The buzzer sounded around the camp, waking the team at 4am. I felt bad for Moss since he got the enviro-prep job this time around. It’s too bad.

The heavy spheres of various fleshes rolled out of the heated storage and into the truck to be processed with the care of Moss’s callused hands. They should have been sealed individually, at least for the protection of our team. But nobody cared about us, of course. The smell was overwhelming. Imagine you’re on a platform which is slowly being lowered into a melting pile of pigs mixed with rotting plantains and vinegar; oozing from granular packed nipple wounds that tarnish the pinkish nature of the crackling anal pouch.

It had caused the sandaled bug traps that the brown bear warned us about over at the heap of temple yogurts and freshly cured storks. Packs of horns, squirting aided juices. Quietly fooled by trained imported tape worms with a youthful discoloration that could only come from freshly jerked moccasins.
 


oozing from granular packed nipple wounds that tarnish the pinkish nature of the crackling anal pouch

A+, will read again.

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