

swasselbeing an immaculately spackled wall was no strange sport to simon, a sickening example of the post-post-post modern fixation on ceiling tiles and pudding batter in the dug-out dough bin of a sacred dolphin's eye socket. simon let out a vauntly grunt and a gouch portrait of a non-moving moving train steamrolling a mare's creamed hoof became a moving shoulder-waster on his deepened right crag. after hours of relentless struggle and unexceeded agony, simon laid himself to rest among his fellow three barriers, his final words cursing his futility as a being and strange aptitude for being a wall.swassel
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