PENA, HER LITLE HEAD CLINKING LIKE A BARREL OF RED VELVET BALLSFULL PAST NOISETREATS FILLED HER EYES TURNING THEM YELLOW LIKE ENAMEL-COATED TACKSSOFT LIKE BUTTER, HARD NOT TO POUROUT ENJOYING THE SUN WHILE SITTING ON A TURNED-ON WAFFLE IRONSMOKE BILLOWING UP FROM BETWEEN HER LEGS MADE ME VOMIT BEAUTIFULLYAND CRUSH A CHANDELIERFALL ON MY STOMACH AND VIEW HER FROM A THOUSAND HAPPENED FACETSLIQUID RED SALT RAN OVER CRYSTALSI LATER BAND-AIDED THE AREA, SIGHED, OH WELL, IT WAS WORTH ITPENA PLEASED BUT SORE FROM SITTING CHOOSE TO STUB HER TOEAND VIEW THE WHITE PULPS HORRIBLY LARGE IN THEIR RED POCKETS"I'M TIRED OF PLAYING BABY, " SHE EXPLAINEDAND OUT OF A BLUE FELT BOX LET ESCAPE ONE YELLOW BUTTERFLY THE SAME SIZEITS DROPPINGS WERE TINY GREEN PHOSPHOROUS WORMSTHAT MOVED IN TUCK AND ROLLS THAT CLACKED AND WHISPERED IN THEIR CONFINEMENTTHREE LITTLE BURNT SCOTCH TAPED WINDOWS SEVERAL YARDS AWAYMOUTHS OPEN TO TONGUES THAT VIBRATED AND LOST SALIVAPENA EXCLAIMED, "THAT'S THE RASPBERRIES"
