Literature IV

 Faulkner Ballz

I am more into writing than anything and I know that the art of my life guides my writing.

Titties C’mon

Ernest Hemingway may well have shot himself when he sat down to his typewriter because he could not write true.

Hunter S Thompson “

Writers today may do well by shooting themselves if they do write true.

Fuck

An old man walks into a town and a boy of seventeen meets him. The old man looks into the eye of the young man and asks him if he has ever heard of bestiality, scatology, polygamy, pedophilia, occultism, incest, human trafficking, the dark web or the deep state. The seventeen year old boy replied that he had not heard of these things. The old man asked the young man if he knew what they were and the seventeen year old boy replied that he did know what they were.

The old man continued walking through town with the young man. Abruptly the seventeen year old boy turned into a tavern and asked the patrons at the bar if there was anyone he could score a blowjob from and at that they all looked at the door to the restroom that was opening. A seventeen year old woman came out and the seventeen year old boy asked the young woman if she had ever heard of child sacrifice.

The young woman asked the boy if he had ever heard of rape. A barmaid hooted from across the bar, “have you ever heard of castration?” An older male patron at the end of the bar bellered, “how about murder?” A skinny, worn, greasy fellow at the electronic gambling machine piped up with the words, “treachery and betrayal.” At this the pastor of the town and his wife who were eating in the restaurant portion of the tavern hollered, “self-righteousness and prigishness”, with a terrible shrill shriek.

At this everyone got shivers and the seventeen year olds went into the restroom. The barmaid cleaned the glasses. The elderly man at the end of the bar queued songs on the jukebox with his smartphone. The gambler gambled. The Christian couple ate their dinner.

The old man who initially asked the strange questions to the young man continued walking through town to get onto a bus that was going to the next town. When the old man got to the next town he got off the bus. An eighteen year old woman met him. He asked her if she had ever heard of love. She replied, “of course I love you Grandpa.”