Three Word Story Three

revealing her scaley

a quick flash

of the headlights

that was close

to being indecent

allway's the same

damn third nipple

all to see

on wintry evenings

it point's upwards

close to the

great big chin

belonging to the

big tall bloke

with very small

thingy mad jig

made of seaweed

going down on

one knee to

raise above SHUGZV

at his wobbly

This, I believe, qualifies as a run-on sentence

They were the best of times, they were the blurst of times for Blur, Oarses' retarded younger cousins in southwest Arkansas, right next to Chorley near Preston Warehouse, site of a really shite little old house where three bears ate some porridge made from Goldilocks weekly pocket money earned by servicing Citroen Diannes in three wise men behind the old broken down bikeshed for drug money she has saved in her purse pink fluffy one with kebab meat on her blouse that ripped open and closed again revealing her scaley a quick flash of the headlights that was close to being indecent allway's the same damn third nipple all to see on wintry evenings it point's upwards close to the great big chin belonging to the big tall bloke with very small thingy mad jig made of seaweed going down on one knee to raise above SHUGZV at his wobbly …

Get it published SOON.

Sounds positively Burroughs to me.

The literary agent

stole HARRY POTTER

's Push-up bra and

blacklace crotchless PANTIES

to wear to

the next gig