Faster and faster, nothing could slow us

Faster and faster, nothing could slow us down. We exploded from the tunnel into the open night sky, stars glimmering above us, the world calmly waiting below. It happened, we flew
out of Tommy's penis & splattered, drop by drop, into the flower garden. Then something miraculous happened while Tommy lay there, heaving in post-orgasmic esctasy. We sperm impreg
nated a patch of carnivorous plants that had snagged yesterday's leftovers from the compost pile. Later when Tommy mowed the lawn, several spam babies shot up from the ground.
The spam babies writhed on the lawn under Tommy's Ham-mock. He couldn't sleep with the squealing of these potted pork babies. He needed quiet. He could either feed them or eat them
or both. He shoved corn in the spam babies' mouths because only corn-fed beef had the saturated fat he craved. Then Tommy set them on his hammock. It snapped; they were ready. Mmmm
corn fed fatty beef was the best he took the calf to be slaughtered. Just then the chubby thing kicked Tommy wildly and in its blobby wobbly haste it escaped into
The Three Lions Pub, where it was sacrificed by the dog-men who needed something to go with Fist City ale. Fist City was notorious for its Bughouse Square debates about subjects
ranging from zoning laws to the whereabouts of Carmen San Diego (The prevailing theory is San Diego). Fist City's sewer system was also full of shambling bugaboos.
Thousands of letters of complaint from Fist City's residents were thwarted by the City's labyrinthine planning laws. "We can't just evict innocent bugaboos from their sewer home"
In the end they blasted the pests from the sewers with flame throwers. The whole town went up in smoke. "We won," said the city planners as they stood beside the smoldering ruins.

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