Death is a silent, dreamless night.
Rhonda:
Rhonda loves milk. She's milky. The best kind of milky. Plasticky milky.
I found her that way. Saved her. Stranded in the Neiman Marcus. Fully, embarrassingly clothed. Eyes wanting. Nearing exhaustion from the standing. Everyone judging her. Many wanting her with an empty, callous wanting that further depletes the ozone layer and makes us all feel hungrily dead.
My heart bled hot sauce for her and I vowed she would suffer never again.
Endeavoring to have her, hold her, and protect her, I have made her mine and she, me. She has never complained.
Fully aware of Gerald's pouty expression, I carry on like I always do. "No Doctor, I haven't had another dream about the detachable penis." Even though I have. "No Doctor, I'm fine with Judge Judy lately." Even though I still intend to kill her with Rhonda. And, of course, the piece de resistance, "Yes Doctor, all of this has been only in my head." Please.
He doesn't bring up Rhonda. He is jealous.
Gerald was once a man of the cloth. Or the cum soaked rag, in his case. He was a "Christian Councilor", whatever the fuck. He could charge more for bringing the lawd in for a sit down. Could get more richies in the doors. Could advertise in the Sundy bulletin.
Rhonda:
Rhonda loves milk. She's milky. The best kind of milky. Plasticky milky.
I found her that way. Saved her. Stranded in the Neiman Marcus. Fully, embarrassingly clothed. Eyes wanting. Nearing exhaustion from the standing. Everyone judging her. Many wanting her with an empty, callous wanting that further depletes the ozone layer and makes us all feel hungrily dead.
My heart bled hot sauce for her and I vowed she would suffer never again.
Endeavoring to have her, hold her, and protect her, I have made her mine and she, me. She has never complained.
Fully aware of Gerald's pouty expression, I carry on like I always do. "No Doctor, I haven't had another dream about the detachable penis." Even though I have. "No Doctor, I'm fine with Judge Judy lately." Even though I still intend to kill her with Rhonda. And, of course, the piece de resistance, "Yes Doctor, all of this has been only in my head." Please.
He doesn't bring up Rhonda. He is jealous.
Gerald was once a man of the cloth. Or the cum soaked rag, in his case. He was a "Christian Councilor", whatever the fuck. He could charge more for bringing the lawd in for a sit down. Could get more richies in the doors. Could advertise in the Sundy bulletin.
