Arrr, y'all

Miss Fuzz and Miss Skin (a tribute, except that she’d probably hate it, to Gertrude Stein)

Miss Fuzz was quite a pleasant woman.  Miss Skin was quite a pleasant woman.  Miss Fuzz thought Miss Skin seemed gay, and gay she was, and they were gay together.  After the second date they moved to a place to be gay together.  They stayed there and were gay there, most regularly gay there, and being gay together there made them regularly gayer there than how gay they’d been before there.

Miss Fuzz was gay there, and Miss Skin was gay there, and they were gay together there, and they were gay to be gay together there, together gaily there together being gay.  It was all so gay.

There were pleasant men there being gay there, where Miss Fuzz and Miss Skin were being gay.  They were all being pleasant and gay there together there, sitting there together there. The men there were gay there.  Miss Skin and Miss Fuzz would sit with them, the pleasant men, all gay men, and they were all gay there together.  When they weren’t sitting with Miss Fuzz and Miss Skin the men were inclined to cook and clean, which made them very gay indeed, and this suited Miss Fuzz well, for Miss Fuzz was gay to fix engines and this suited Miss Skin well, for Miss Skin was gay to watch football, and the pleasant men were gay to cook and clean there with Miss Fuzz and Miss Skin, who were gay.

They were regularly gay, Miss Fuzz and Miss Skin, gay by night and gay by day.  One night they were gay with a man there, and he was gay with Miss Fuzz and Miss Skin, very gay there together there, and they were all gay together, all night long they were gay.  And they were all very gay, except were they really gay?  They found many pleasant ways to be gay, quite irregularly gay, irregularly gay by night and regularly gay by day.  They were very pleasantly gay together there, gayer and gayer together there, and the more gay they were together there the less gay they were there, and they were always so gay there, gay gay gay there. They were gay, so gay, very gay, and pleasant, and though they got tired of being so fucking pleasant all the time, they were gay, for real gay, and oh my god were they gay. Gay, I tell you, gay.

 

Fin.

 

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