In The Morning
By John Boden
Norman sat at the table, eating his cereal. He faced the far wall of the room. A blazing white blank. Forty square feet of drywall and plaster. The tongues were wagging. They jutted from the wall every four inches, like glistening skinned thumbs. Norman took spoonfuls of soggy wheat and flung them against the wall. The tongues strained to catch the droplets of food. Norman took a bite for himself and flung some more. When he was finished he stood and walked towards the wall, unbuckling his pants as he did so.
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I reside in Harrisburg, Pa with my beautiful family. I'm an assistant editor at Shock Totem magazine. I like Diet Pepsi and barbecue potato chips.
By John Boden
Norman sat at the table, eating his cereal. He faced the far wall of the room. A blazing white blank. Forty square feet of drywall and plaster. The tongues were wagging. They jutted from the wall every four inches, like glistening skinned thumbs. Norman took spoonfuls of soggy wheat and flung them against the wall. The tongues strained to catch the droplets of food. Norman took a bite for himself and flung some more. When he was finished he stood and walked towards the wall, unbuckling his pants as he did so.
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I reside in Harrisburg, Pa with my beautiful family. I'm an assistant editor at Shock Totem magazine. I like Diet Pepsi and barbecue potato chips.
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