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Contaminated Stories from a Terminus City Gutter

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Contaminated Stories from a Terminus City Gutter

“Contaminated Stories from a Terminus City Gutter” The Atlanta streets year 2001, somewhat respectable store owners harass bums and gutter punks as they file past store fronts under the UV laden midafternoon Georgia sun, they permeate with mass quantities of sweat and humidity as flies breed and vomit on rotting fruit sitting in the corner of a filthy dead end life and alley, chipped and broken fingernails meet Marlboro cigarette butts left for dead on a Moreland Avenue sidewalk, meals are eaten alone and in silence as ants are slowly crawling in uniformity under protruding sunburnt legs, houses of cardboard and dust are demolished with God’s approval economic viability the voices in his head say, the Atlanta streets year 2001. XXX “Frustrating the Collective Symmetry” The silent darkness lasts forever now from 9-5, fictional accounts of, serial killers knitting a new quilt with my Grandma felt puppets turn monstrous while on the hands of abused children
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Contaminated Stories from a Terminus City Gutter

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Contaminated Stories from a Terminus City Gutter

“Contaminated Stories from a Terminus City Gutter” The Atlanta streets year 2001, somewhat respectable store owners harass bums and gutter punks as they file past store fronts under the UV laden midafternoon Georgia sun, they permeate with mass quantities of sweat and humidity as flies breed and vomit on rotting fruit sitting in the corner of a filthy dead end life and alley, chipped and broken fingernails meet Marlboro cigarette butts left for dead on a Moreland Avenue sidewalk, meals are eaten alone and in silence as ants are slowly crawling in uniformity under protruding sunburnt legs, houses of cardboard and dust are demolished with God’s approval economic viability the voices in his head say, the Atlanta streets year 2001. XXX “Frustrating the Collective Symmetry” The silent darkness lasts forever now from 9-5, fictional accounts of, serial killers knitting a new quilt with my Grandma felt puppets turn monstrous while on the hands of abused children

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Howdy, my name's Brett Stout and I'm a dork. And, probably like most dorks I'm smarter than you are, but I'm also probably a bigger ass than you are as well. The trick is to combine the two Smart+Ass and you will get the real me. I make weird art and write stories about being a pathetic loser that fucks fat women, it's my niche...haha. I've written and published two insanity filled books entitled Lab Rat Manifesto and Baking Cookies With Whores. Feel free to check them out on Amazon and Barnes and Noble and shit. www.amazon.com/Baking-Cookies-…
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....And Let There Be Fuck

www.facebook.com/brettstout1979 or check out my book Lab Rat Manifesto on Amazon. On Christmas Day I jerked off in my room late at night On New Year's Eve I killed myself for no reason On the Fourth of July I lied to you for the first time On St. Patrick's Day I disappointed my mother On Veteran's Day I came inside of you and left your house soon after On Labor Day I told your baby to shut the fuck up while I waited in line On Easter I took a shit after eating low quality Mexican food On Valentine's Day I smoked crack alone under a bridge XOXO You never got your period after that night we got fucked up on imported beer and w

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