Archive for the ‘Trent Walters’ Category
The Bug-A-Boo Bear
Thursday, April 19th, 2007
The brokers of the pawnshop heard a burly growl before Pandora lugged the weighty chest inside and lifted out the fearsome heart of papier-mâché. Unlatching the catch in back, she emptied it upon the counter. Bats flew out, tarantulas crept, black widows scuttled, killer bees buzzed, and a praying mantis mantraed. A small, discolored, ugly pearl rolled off the counter and under the paw of the tallest pawnbroker who shook his furry head with sad regret. The other brokers laid upon the heart a heavy club to crush the papier-mâché. The brutish girl had got what she deserved.
she is where she is or Why She Boarded the Shuttle for the Station at Lagrange Point Seven
Monday, April 9th, 2007
She is unhappy with herself because she is two months pregnant with his child, she is two months pregnant with his child because he didn’t wear a condom, he didn’t wear a condom because he was too horny to think straight, he was too horny to think straight because she had really turned him on, she had really turned him on because virginity embarrassed her, virginity embarrassed her because her mother had laughed when she’d asked what a penis felt like, her mother had laughed when she’d asked what a penis felt like because her mother’s mother had slapped her mother when her mother had asked her mother’s mother the same question, her mother’s mother had slapped her mother when her mother had asked her mother’s mother the same question because her mother’s mother had felt only one penis which was her mother’s father’s who had gotten her mother’s mother drunk off a whole mason jar of moonshine and left her mother’s mother two months later when her mother’s father heard her mother’s mother was pregnant with her mother’s father’s child.