Grim, grimy, frozen fresh, freckled grease, greased on my growing lips. greasing, … greasing further and further. … passes judgement faster and faster and further and further it went … faster
and faster. … from the edge of my protean poodle mouth to mint-condition mustard seed moustache and broken black beard.
flying and flaying onto my chafe cheeks. … flowing, flowing from flowers with each new billion dollar bite into the sperm specimen Special Deluxe Operation: Hunger.
the great neon, new, nice, nipped hamburger sandwich. … from the million, multi-million hamburger-selling fast and furious and famished and fabulous and famous food chain, Hamburger Attack.
Best Fiend Eddie situated his sat in the passageway passenger seat to my three-month-old H2, Oh, Hickory Dickery Dock Hungarian Hummer. He smoked a Free Market Marlboto while earnestly eyeing my vapor viper voluptuous rush with which I baker’s dozen bit into the burger.
- Calm down, Chucky.
Chunky Chuckster, Chewy chunky Chuckster Chucky. Calmly chew, calmly, coolly, casually. … He garbled warbled through clouds of cigarette smoke with that faerie faggot smile of his. … The dude was my best bud, but I hated his smile. Made him look Wild Wild West West Hollywood.
- Shut the faerie faggot fuck up, you cancer stick, fudge-packing faerie cunt. I said, after another bite.
- You need to go on a Disneyland diet, sir. … You’re getting heavier than heavy.
- At least I’m not inhaling cancer every fifteen minutes. - More like every twenty minutes. … Let’s see who lives longer. Many much more, mucho much more folks die from obesity.
They just don’t want people to know that. - Why not? - Cause Consumers, my Cerebrally Caustic Casualty, can’t cutback on Consumin’.
Consume, Consumer! Consume, Fat Guy! That’s it! You’re ok! Keep on Consumin’! … But for every Cause, there’re Casualties and Scapegoats. Cancer stick smokers like me are the scapegoats. There was no denying the degree of dynamic Fat on my body. I was Fat. Not denying a deviant dementia, divinely nor securely. 324 pounds. Five feet nine inches tall. … Overweight for my height.
Had a huge double dairy chin, so I grew a Blackbeard as soon as I could and have one on to this day. ... Hungry Huge I was, humane hilarity could ensue, this cur, that cur, one that I saved from drowning, taught him that, taught her this.
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