Originally published November 18th, 2005.
You have disgusting bags of sour milk you have, bellowed Tilly.
You have a gut that houses dead rats you have, bellowed Lilly.
You product of a hundred and thousand johns, bellowed Tilly.
You viscous green ball of phlegm upon my tongue, bellowed Lilly.
Tilly and Lilly had been watching the television. The television had been violently switched off. Tilly and Lilly were situated before the television upon the couch. It was a leather couch. When they fucked upon the leather couch they fought about whom was going to have their arse upon the leather for the leather adhered and burnt and sometimes lacerated the arse. It was for the person underneath a terrible, miserable fuck. Tilly always came; Lilly never came if she was underneath Tilly.
You’ve a small cock, said Lilly.
You’ve a big hole, said Tilly.
Once Tilly fucked Lilly underneath the television. The television had been left on, Tilly found himself gyrating to the cadence of the Queen’s speech. With each syllable he bucked Lilly. It was a surreal fuck. Annus horribilis. For Lilly it had been a wonderful fuck. She would never forget that Christmas. Neither would Tilly, for he experienced an ictus and thought that death was upon him. It rained that Christmas. Lilly had been in the doldrums because there had been no snow. Tilly didn’t know how to make Lilly happy so he pushed her to the ground and fucked her. Lilly was flabbergasted and the then suddenly elated. Afterwards Tilly drank until he puked and when he puked it was all red because of the red wine he had imbued. Lilly laughed also being in a state of inebriation and called Tilly a daft cunt. Tilly lifted his head from the orifice of the toilet and bit Lilly upon the leg. Lilly still possessed the scar. It was a wonderful scar.
Your lead’s lacking, screamed Lilly.
Your eggs are all shell, screamed Tilly.
Tilly went to punch Lilly. Lilly brought down her elbow into Tilly. The fist missed by a mile. The elbow crushed Tilly. A loud scream was ejaculated. Tears cascaded down Tilly’s wan face. Lilly felt sorry for Tilly. She didn’t mean to hurt him. She only desired to mitigate the fist from breaking her nose. Once Tilly had crushed Lilly’s nose. Tilly had been drunk on white wine. That night Tilly had not puked. That night Lilly had to be rushed to the hospital. A lovely doctor fixed Lilly’s lovely nose for her. Even though Lilly had no teeth and her hair was diaphanous and she had black plastic bags under her eyes she was better looking than Tilly. Tilly had the face of a dead rat. Lilly kept her eyes closed when she fucked Tilly. For Tilly the light had to be on otherwise he had a tendency to stick his cock into the wrong hole. He was a daft cunt.
You bitch you’re left me for dead! Bellowed Tilly.
Let me look, said Lilly.
Get away from me you bitch! Bellowed Tilly.
I’ll put life back into the thing, said Lilly.
Tilly dropped his pants and stood before Lilly.
I should bite the thing off, said Lilly.
What! Gasped Tilly.
I’ll liberate you I will, save you from it, said Lilly.
The cock was flaccid in Lilly’s hand. Lilly moved her hand and brought a smile to Tilly’s face. Her hand went back and forth with alacrity. Tilly’s smile grew across his face.
See you bag of shite I made you feel better, said Lilly.
Don’t stop, ordered Tilly.
I would rather you spit in my eyes! Bellowed Lilly.
You keep tugging on the thing and your wish will be answered, said Tilly.
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