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Greg turned around, shooting laser beams through the most disappointing sperm he’d ever unleashed.
He didn’t even know Donnie’s name, but that didn’t stop him from being astonished.
What
The objects were a big part of his life.
W h a t
he didn’t just see a bunch of baseballs—he saw his life.
When ball is life
The big fella, to that point, had been calm and collected.
As CJ dragged his leaky limbs over the hardwood flooring, the glass balls rolled forward.
We’re only gonna figure out what to do if we work together,” CJ replied.
ensure that she remained with her factory settings intact.
bequeathed legendary trauma.
Donnie’s outlet for emotional expression had been clogged long ago.
WE GET IT
The metaphor wasn’t even intentional. She wasn’t ready to let go.
Did u forget to edit out an AN??
Sam’s sloppy head
bodily beef—the
CJ had always been relatively balanced whenever he needed to be.
The guilt in his gut was as salty as the wounds he’d seen on CJ’s back.
“Ants! There’s ants everywhere!” she cried.
Tanya stepped away from the hangman’s hellish head.
scrambled about feverishly with rag...
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amid the stampede of insects.
The atrocious feelings of ghastly imagery lingered; they wouldn’t be easy to overcome.
I’m telling you, sure as the Superbowl’s on Sunday, he’s the only chance we’ve got.”
The football reference seemed to be the dog whistle that made Greg’s ears perk up. He found himself actually listening to Tom.
“Ain’t that right, baby doll,” he whispered. A fresh teardrop pissed out of his eye duct.
The rotten memories of insignificance and unflinching abuse were gnawing on Rock’s limbic system.
“Well, go fucking be happy in the spy room, you feeble-minded waste!”
a third angel that was being strangled with its own halo by a pair of devilish hands.
Her entire face still leaked; the drool, tears, and snot splurged in a trifecta of visible torment.
Greg grinned again; he enjoyed reminding them of the nickname he’d branded Isaac with.
“What are you gonna do about it, you little dandelion dipshit?” Bobby barked. He remained a parrot of his father’s persona.
The rapid spirals of malicious metal
The boys were oblivious to the pulverized porridge
The gushing gunk finally caught Isaac’s eye.
the sickening stream
the slaughterhouse slop.
The familiar sound of bones breaking and meat being mauled found the airwaves again.
the macabre money
the seething wrinkles of disgust frying like an egg in a pan on his pupils.
They remained in a frenzy; tears and trauma aplenty.
Donnie toward the dark, unwelcoming hole.
bushels of barbwire
transparent torture,
We’re not leaving anyone behind.” CJ’s slight annunciation when he spoke the word we’re was a subtle way of trying to let his brother see the error of his ways.
like a bum-rush of blackheads being purged.
hissing heathens
malicious moat
sloppy skin
once ordinary orbs
He’d become the embodiment of his favorite fruit snack, Gushers.
wicked, wormy words
cranberry cascade
