The Stink of the Pharos

I sing unto the ether and find myself deep in heavenly thoughts. Would you like to lick my pussy? she asked. Sure, I said, but first let me get a wash rag and wet it because you never know what you're going to get. The staink of the pharos could be down there justa steamin along and here I come and pass out from the fumes.

Well, no more than got down there when sure enough out come a cloud of green toxicity so virulent I to this day have not recovered 5 hours of time. Of course you don't tell the lady that. Oh, it was divine. Your sacred hooch was like roses in July. No...it was likely low blood-sugar darlin'...I been strugglin diabetes these last years. Stress, you know. Republicans in power and all that. What you gonna do about it? No, your cunt? Hell no. It was likely anything but.