L. cries

The day is hot. The wall is blue. Imma is thirsty.

Imma licks the wall. Imma pushes his/her face into the wall. Imma raises his/her hands, brings them together in a silent clap, then jumps and bangs his/her head into the wall.

The floor is Imma’s springboard.

The girls wear bikinis. The girls are on FTV*VodkaParty. The girls are on MTV Grind. 

Abow sits on his sofa and strokes his trimmed goatee. Abow watches the girls and breathes words like “nips” and “yeah” and “bra baalaber”. Abow had rihaakuru for lunch.

Abow plays Fruit Ninja 6 hours a day, fucks his wife once a month.

Nurse is hungry. The canteen is open. The fried rice is hot. 

Rice on nurse cheek dries yellower. Nurse has pink fingernails, blue contact lenses and dead eyes. Nurse goes to Seahouse Friday Morning Breakfast Buffet and eats more kulhimas than anyone else ever in the history of the world. 

Nurse bears grudges. 

The Daily Mail says anorexia. Extreme Cleavage says The Mail on Sunday. They both hold hands and bow to three million readers online.

Bameem fucked 2 girls on the same day and told his friends about it that night in Trends. How dare he, cried Sex in the City, furiously buying tealight candles from Fantasy. I like him because he likes me for me, said the Aminiya girl, telling her classmates about her boyfriend, pretending he exists.

Found a peanut, found a peanut, found a peanut just now. Found a peanut, found a peanut, found a peanut, just now. Ate a peanut, ate a peanut. Stomach-aching, stomach-aching. Call the doctor, call the doctor, whats the matter, whats the matter, operation, operation just now. 

the end