Flash Friday 8-29-14 An atheist in a foxhole in Flash Friday
- Aug. 30, 2014, 8:43 p.m.
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“Where are we going? And what are we doing in this handbasket?”
“Fuck your mother.”
“She’s dead you sick fuck.”
Paint roared through the sky, splattering the trees with bright neon pink, green, blue, like Kandinsky and Pollock partied and puked with velocity.
“Hey, look! It’s a road! It’s paved with good intentions!”
“Go fuck your hamster.”
“It’s a gerbil and he’s dead you sick fuck.”
Paint doesn’t really roar. That’s why that one play was a farce; The roar of the greasepaint and the smell of the crowd.
“Grab your socks and drop your cocks! Once more into the breech! I regret I have but one life —“
“Fuck your mother hamster.”
“Gerbil, dammit, my dead mothers dead gerbil, you sick corporally challenged fuck.”
Two nerds with buddy holly glasses fell panting and damp into our cover.
“Why are you fucking with me?”
“You’re an atheist in a foxhole. You may not be the last atheist but this is definitely the last foxhole. Seriously, dude, when was the last time there were foxholes in modern warfare?”
“The last time I had a three way with your dead mother and her dead gerbil.”
“Suck paint infidel.”
New prompts: Noblesse oblige
