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over the bed once more. The top of it opened and a gorgeous
and buxom woman less than five inches tall disrobed, jumped
on the bed and passionately attacked Trash's penis in ways his
imagination would never have conceived possible had it

considered them for a million years. He was so shocked he
could not resist. In the history of the universe never has any
being been more filled with love for another as this tiny woman
felt for Trash. It was because Trash’s DNA was directly evolved
from Gnurdleigh’s and the Dicklords had swum in the tuning
chemical for his XTC to the point where they produced it with
their bodies. Somehow, his DNA was a perfect match for this
little pilot to receive. She felt his every need, want, desire and
thought. She, being a Dicklord, translated that love into action,

action, and more action. Trash had no choice but to love her in
return. How could he not? Things were becoming complicated
beyond what his little mind could comprehend. The universe
was changing.

The Drunk Monks would say;

Who can understand the mind of God? Who knows how
much he’s been drinking? All we can ever know is what
we can witness ourselves and that doesn’t count for
shit. So, our job, should we choose to accept it, is to
listen, follow, be grateful, shut up and have a beer.
Bottoms up!

Allan R. Emery 105