B E E R G I R L Z
by
Hertzan Chimera & Stewart Shelley
Black lips within lips,
inner edge taste of MamaLada. Deep inside the walls,
Jiggling girl, falling about - under the influence of sick winds
she craves.Choking on dog sperm vol au vents. She had never been in the Pig
& Whistle before, broken sham of a life, glass forehead. She dreams of
fucking scenty
horses while catching candy floss shite worms. Plays old 48s on
her arse cheeks, friend to nomads.
Her DadaSkoda tells her off about that and said, "Yer should
never talk while me knob's in yer mouth!"
"Walk tall, shoot low." She would tell you - remember
the Jap Sluts with
their pleated frilly fannies blowing in the wind like two men
hanging from
gallows walked in with a woman, Royle Family shine all over them.
Toss in
his melt to a suburban beat, barking out his dictionary of filth
to a virgin
world.
"Look at my fingers work." She announced over the
DJvone.
When I was a lad, I used to stick Crunchies up chicken holes,
then I bought
my first corpse. Made me think of the North and that is what I
told her,"Made me think of Arse!" Chocolat nougat crispy filth he'd oink out cracking his dirty
knuckles against his ROD. Time for another beer, horn ball - whatz yer
poisson nice girl? Fat girl? Skinny tart with buck teeth? Beer Girl was
everything to me.
Used to cock her arse in the air wear rubber while many a fucko
poured
beyond all intestinal inducement. Porridge tongue, knob-dung,
flung. It
cries its family name Ala Mantra from its vaginal bisected double-mouth
make
you think of candy goat horns from Exmore writhing worms' putrid
sickingwind out of her spider like orifices.
alphabet soup on her arsehole. Career girl with a brass Dido
shoved up her Aeneas for intros' sake. Tunnel under her skin into her kidneys
plumbing her
urine torrent. Haunted by schoolgirls stabbing out cigs with
their toes.
Yes, but she had rhythm, a loose diarrhoea type of rhythm. Mrs
Dairy Cream,
if you get my jive of knives up the nose and she writhed on
plastic sheeting
covered in hot sick while Roman soldiers spivved through the
night. Greasy
black lips, dull black tattoos of geometric design all over her
hips. She
took direction from The Great Doll's quammed up lips.
Then her music changed, became untempered and I thought I'd lose
her.
She screamed the unutterable from her gaping Jingle Jangle. FLIRT
scented,
she used it like a tampon, that phrase. Pure sleepy drown.
Blood bunny, Lark
Hall, mushroom soup death, pubic horror bones.
Yeah, I tried everything to catch Beer Girlz eye, but she was
cold black
marble. Her incisors lengthened over the pulse of a knob-vein.
Black blood
pulsated in her arteries, that much was clear, only a bite away.
Black
busters bristled, her six inch long black nipples drooped
smelling of putrid
rotted dogfish bearing the gnarling of many a teet job. They
called her
"sorry, job". Constricting Tardis pyramids of Siamese
catshit, pearlescent
finish.
Took her back to my place in the hills and chopped her up, she
tasted great
for weeks.
