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Jennifer wrestled her friend playfully to the
ground

infront of the snowcone stand and began licking at
the

girls eyeballs, as if they were sugar cubes. Their

bodies convulsed and flailed with an almost
seizure

like intensity. At times their pale limbs seeming
to

shift back and forth from one torso to the other.
A

crowd gathered almost immediately to watch these
two

girls tie and untie their bodies like a pair of

pit-vipers. They were confused, or concerned, or

shocked, or aroused, or all of the above. But
no-one

dared interfere with the performance. Jennifer's
long

ashen hair hung down concealing the girls face
like a

curtain around a hospital bed. No one had any idea

that the girls eyes were revolving under her ruby

tongue. This is disgusting, it's pornography

exclaimed a pasty slut white woman in a fur coat,

vanilla ice-cream smeared across her double chin
like

a money shot. Counting a balding professor type in
his

mid-forties, his left hand stuffed crassly down
the

front of his pants No, no, no. This is beautiful,

this is art.