Literary Dystopian Society
There are too many words I don’t know.
The poets are coming to kill me.
The Masochistic Slug
If you need a shoulder to cry on. Oh baby. Yes. Just like that. It burns.
My Religious Beliefs
A ghost without a sheet is the breeze. Strong winds are a bunch of naked ghosts running a race. A tornado is when they get lost. Their tears are the rain, obviously. The sun is a big ghost on fire. The sky is the biggest ghost. His nail clippings are the moon most nights. The clouds are dandruff or cum.
Cletus Crow is a writer. He is a weirdo. Phallic Symbols is forthcoming from Pig Roast Publishing.
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