insectarium rum

“i’m gonna cut you up into a million little pieces and feed you to my dogs,” william told alex. his switchblade shone under a full moon. he wore a white suit and tie.

zally said her insides were turning to rust. butterflies flew from her wounds, orange black yellow blue. like shredded napkins taking flight.

mr uno pissed behind buildings. some hooligans had a keg in the back of their truck. it was connected to a hose and nozzle, gold spray decay.

“commence the brainwashing,” belthead said. there was a leather contraption wrapped around his face. space flew inside his eyes, stars still glittering like tears.

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