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So sad
But I need to know more. Does he help pick out her lovers? Does he watch?
No. She picks them out herself. He does watch. He sits in a corner and envy’s all the men that fuck her. But she don’t care. Mr. Woody can’t even get off without being in excruciating pain. Mr. Woody is more like Mr. Softy. No not the ice cream truck!
Oh.
Now I’m really sad.
Filled with dark humor and gritty horror. You write this style with imagination and a flair for the dark arts of poetry.
John
This style comes out very naturally for me. I was always into satire, horror and black comedy as a kid. Thanks John.
The fucking irony my friend. Cleverly penned, Keith. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks Damian. You rock!