Category: Fiction
Non-poetical forays that mostly all sucktacularly suck.
At the end of another long and apparently fruitless day doing what he did in the fleshpots, the last thing Andro wanted was another maintenance call. But it came anyway, a flashing light glaring into his eyes and a noisome chirrup nesting in his ears.
“BLING BLING BLING!”
“Fuck.”
He put down his burrito, shot down the rest of his vodka and tomato juice and forgot to pay the waitress.
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