>>45862The'58 Chevy, called the trunk of funk, in Egypt, was seen in
all the burger kings, thereabouts. In color, it was bright and
flabby as hell, in appearance changing and unstable like a
housewife on xanax and cheap wine in the early afternoon. It
scratched about itself like a set of car keys … It was
not a great antiseptic sponge or a loosened stoole, being more like
a fiery body of Mexican food.
Its movements on the sink of despair were slow, below it swirled
in the manner of a good mayonase jar full of change and it remained
close to the sears snowblower, whose face it hid.
There was a snotty attitude about it, which changed as it passed
gas, repeatedly, in its course. It caused death and mouth watering
sandwich trimmings in its flatulence and multiple bun selections.
It swept the shit off the grill with brake fluid rain and caused
many acid trips and, long lines at the bathroom and other evils.
It bit the skin of feminists and niggers until they became mottled
with sores and cold cuts..
