The Murky Fringe
Where All the Good Bodies Are Buried
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I’m guessing he’s gotten where he is because almost everybody is afraid to whip a blind man’s ass with his own cane. I am not almost everybody.
here in just a hot minute. Unless he wants me to open up a can of Four Loko-style whip-ass on him. You want that, Brocephus? I didn’t think so.
He can hide behind those goddamned goofy sunglasses and think he’s clever all he wants. I know he’s eye fucking me. And if he wants to remain the king of the kingdom of the blind, he better cut that shit out.
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