Museum Station Again

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
HUMOUR.FLASH FICTION. I GUESS JANE AUSTIN FANS WON'T LIKE THIS!

Submitted: August 19, 2019

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Museum Staion Again

 

  I slid the nylon black stockings of the long

slender legs which led up to Jane Autstin's

entrance to Museum Station where Kafka's

paintings hang like rotting corpses 

entertaining maggots, despite their sharp

rapacious teeth....

  The Midnight Special exploded green pusy 

fluid and screamed out like the Seventh Son

of the Seventh Son, and I knew my syringe

was jammed...How was I ever going to shoot-

up the redback spiders before the night watchman

attacked me with his flashlight?

  These and other questions I ponder while sucking

on nipples like witches hats in the candy floss

pavilion, as the merry-go-round burns cats and 

catholics in the corner of the room that some 

call a washing machine,  and others call oblivion...

  And flick Grandma's ashes into time's pornographic

ashtray...Some say smoking's bad for you but the

people in Hell never complain...


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