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The house was so alive with vers that it see and friable and the same color in all its shadows as a forest No antiseptic modern standards here Even the furniture rotted in the trashy clutter and daerator

Only the reeky personal bed and rags gave off the clue to reigning domesticity

It was a proper nest in which to find this fowl, this ugly bird, thick rich pluckable, devourable sack of bones and blood and shabby plue

I pushed the door to one side, the hunats, and thereby put it off its hinges, but not with much sound

I walked on newspapers strewn on painted wood Orange peels turned to brownish leather Roaches running He didn't even look up His swollen drunken face was blue and eerie, black eyebrows thick and unkeelic, due to the light from the tube

He flicked the e, and the light flared and flickered soundlessly, and then he let the song rise, a band playing, a travesty, people clapping

Trashy noises, trashy iht, I want you No one else does

He looked up at

I pushed the television set to the side It teetered, then fell onto the floor, its parts breaking, like so lass

A ish recognition

He rose up, arms out, and came at me

Before I sank led black hair Dirty but rich He wore it back byat the base of his neck and then straggling down his checkered shirt in a thick tail

Meantih syrupy and beer-besotted blood in hi heart, and soa bull to be on him

In the midst of the feed, all odors rise to sweetness, even the ht I would quietly die of joy, as always

I sucked hard enough to fill ue, and then to fill reedy dirty thirst, but not hard enough to slow him down