coming soon from hugo baron
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Martin Amis Ate My Balls! |
(an antiliterary fiction) |
Bob Modest. Modest Bob. Old Modest Bob. Modest, Bob Modest.
Samantha ate. Samantha suffered. Samantha went blistic.
Martin fucking Amis.
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Kurtz laughed. |
– Door…? Samantha seethed. Samantha winced. |
Poor git, thought Samantha.
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Books. Amis or not Amis? – Fucking traffic. |
Kurtz. Fuck. |
– No shit. Cunt. Shit. – Fuck. – Shit. – Right. Right. |
Fugazi Pinter. |
Never. |
Fucking hell. |
Harold Pinter beat the shit out of Martin Amis.
EXT. 69 AMIS STREET, WEST AMIS GROVE – MORNING
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Samantha fumed.
Samantha paused, Samantha relished.
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1 ‘Martin Amis Ate My Balls!’ |
Balls! |
reader warning: contains language
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