Slint's Speech

George sat on a three legged stool of shaved conifer at the far right hand ledge of the dungeon. And he laughed like a mad man on skunk pills. Gizelle was already stripped to her skin smothered bones. Within a few short tippy toes she advanced on Professor Slint's. She smeared her gooey wet vagina all over his sniveling nose and whisk a specked mouth.