Why so pale and wan, fair bugger? Smell of dead leeches in a rusty tin can latch onto that live wound, suck out the body and blood and bones of jeeeesus, leave him paralyzed from the waist down. Yield up thy forms boy, to thy sugar daddy got the exam three years early and know all the answer books fix th World Serier.

Slunk traffikers tail a pregnant cow to her labor. The farmer declares a couvade, rolls screaming in bullshit. The veterinarian wrestles with a cow skeleton.The traffickers machinegun each other,dodging through the machinery and sios, storage bins, haylofts and mangers of a vast red barn. The calf is born. The forces of death melt in morning. Farm boy kneels reverently-His throat pulses in the rising sun. Junkies sitting on the courthouse steps, waiting on The Man. Red Necks in black stetsons and faded Levis tie a Nigra boy to an old iron lamppost and cover him with burning gasoline. . . The junkies rush over and draw the flesh smoke deep into their aching lungs. . .
They really got relief. . .
THE COUNTY CLERK: “So there I was sitting in front of Jed’s store over in Cunt Lick my peter standing up straight as a jack pine under my Levis just apulsin’in the sun. . . Weell,old Doc Scranton walks by, a good old toy boy too, there’s not a finer man in this valley than Doc Stranton. He’s got a prolapsed asshole and when he wants to get screwed he’ll pass you his ass on three feet of in-tes-tine. . . If he’s a mind to it he can drop out a piece of gut reaches from his office clear over to Roy’s Beer Place, and it go feelin’ around looking’ for a