Eucharist

“There weren’t enough gumdrops in the shop to feed the dopamine and keep him to me. My blue-suited brother had gotten wise and hid our mother’s loot on his token visit home. So when the need jerked Andrew stupid, and he got rabbit in his blood, I said, How about you hold onto me and shoot your load on my ass? If you want.”

CHECK OUT THE RAD STORY BY DANI SANDAL OVER HERE AT PANK:

Published by Marcus Slease

Born in Portadown, Northern Ireland, Marcus Slease has made his home in such places as Turkey, Poland, Italy, South Korea, the United States, Spain, and the United Kingdom – experiences that inform his nomadic surrealist writing. His latest book is Never Mind the Beasts (Dostoyevsky Wannabe 2020).

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