Me eating a piece of fruit

YEah i was sitting there was a piece of fruit stuck between my teeth a shitty fruit it was, piece of shit. I spat the rot out, but i knew i neded to floss later to get taht sour taste out of my mouth and that feeling like somehting is between your teeth out of my mouth, fuck it. I spat again and and again. I saw in the distance a dust started to pick up, indicating movement, indicating mother fuckers. Mother fuckers traveling by carrige, real rich folk, fuckers that had the coin. I juiced up my gun between my fingers like a cock. Damn it would feel good to rape a mind with this there calibur. Yes in the sun the blood flowin out them rich folk would feel like a soak in the ocean, a proper salt. A proper bit of temperature interaction. The sweet breeze of the sea side. The sweet salt that u taste when u arrive, on the air, on the birds, the salt of life. That flow would be right, when they hearts pump it, flowin out depressurizin them boys, pokin bleedin sea sawin them woujnds you smell me ? "OF course" I said out loud
I spat on the desert ground on the wooden bench I sat. "This town is a dead
bolt goin no where fast boy" I said under my breath to myself. The next thought
I had was damn-it all, i'm boarding that sand steamer next chance a lad gets.
I knew that monster was comin around the bend next week. Supposed to be
some sort of cruise line. A booze line, tour the desert, drink til you die in the sun. Under my God the Sun, the life bringer, that which I have prayed to my whole life, that which lights pleroma and kenoma the king gods of the elder blade. I see life in those skies the planets move and dance like teasing of the eyes, the drops of God in the water, the drifting of the planets they truely are there dancing and screaming, and obaying, and obaying God which lies in my blade it all lies in my blade, life and death lie in my blade, I can take or give life, i am the giver of mercy, my blade speaks, it tells me who to kill who to spare. I am at it's mercy.


Chapter 2: Desert freaks

It's been a week, I spent some time at the opiod bars. They hook you to a machination, and spill opiate into your body. It is bliss and God is there dancing, and crying out foir more like a babe cries out for milk. I was lost int hat place for a long time. Days passed, days until antoher God woke me and reminded me of the sand crawler, the sand steamer was arriving today.
I woke from my oasis and paid a hefty bill for the stay. It almost broke my accounts but luckily I had enough, enough to last me a few more weeks
at the least of it. That was if I spent normally, conservitavely I could last months. I spent several hours masturbating to high definition porn on my HAIKU-A-12 Visionary Sequencer device and even got into some alien on alien genres, that was even this one where it was just this alien bitch beating the fuck out of this oher bitch for like an hour, at the end the other bitch came and shot some acid out of her ass so i guess she enjoyed thgat shit.
Anyways after my marathon i started watching samurai champloo on my retro 28 inch POZO high definition monitor. "DAMN THIS SHOW IS GOOD" I screamed turning up the volume with my POZO wireless remote. "HOLY FUCK I FORGOT HOW GOOD THIS WAS" i maxed out the volume and then promptly paused this shit. I got up to make some dinnner, cause i got hungry AS FUCK. I made some good ass rice it took me 40 minues. Then i
jerked off more and came in my boxers, i just left it there didnt bother to clean up and then fell asleep in my own filth. I woke up the next morning and then killed myself. I am speaking from heaven. In heaven I spent 18 hours of my 100 alotted FREE HOURS jerking off to weird ass porn bro. It is not worth it. KEEP TOKYO JAPANESE.