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Archive Saturday, where I drunkenly repost terrible writing from my old webpage.The Remnants of Allison Will Continue to Soak the Gulf Coast
\nby nacho<\/p>\n
That fucking whore is a fallen woman. I can’t believe she left me. Here
\nI sit, crying my heart out, while she fucks her way around the Gulf
\nCoast. She’s spreading those vile legs at every truck stop and biker
\nbar on the coast, soaking the sweaty, acne-ridden, disheveled masses.
\nIt’s all over. I know it is. It began in New Orleans, what I had
\nintended to be a romantic vacation. We stayed at St. Vincents and tried
\nto get in touch with the ghosts…oh, she was such a sweetheart. You
\ndon’t understand! She was a beautiful woman! The kindest woman on
\nearth… Innocent, naive. She believed in helping people, in changing
\nthe world. She was a woman of dreams, a woman of power.<\/p>\n
Oh, look at that. Naive is “Evian” spelled backwards. That’s odd… That can’t be a coincidence, can it?<\/p>\n
Allison and I hit Bourbon Street one night, pressed in by the mewling
\nfrat boys with their buttflap-jeans hanging open and bloodied snot
\nfrothing at their mouths like driven horses. They all pressed close, a
\ndrunken mob screaming for fat girls and flabby tits. Beer flowed around
\nmy ankles and chilled rum covered the back of my shirt like sweat as I
\nsucked down Hand Grenades and smoked a cohiba. At one point, my
\nglistening aluminum cowboy hat was knocked from my head and I threw
\nmyself into the middle of a brawl in an attempt to steal a ragged John
\nDeere cap, which would fetch a pretty penny in a Ghana fishmarket. Some
\nkid from LSU had a knife, out and ready, but in his drunken madness he
\nmissed his lunge. Several minutes later, as I jammed my hand deep into
\nhis intestines, I noticed that Allison was gone. I don’t know when or
\nhow, but she had vanished.<\/p>\n
For days afterward, I searched high and low for my sweet love. It
\nwasn’t until the shoeshine man, endlessly droning “whiteboy-want
\ncocaine-women-crack” in between shouted calls announcing that he knew
\nwhere I got my shoes, took a moment from fleecing tourists to tell me
\nabout a new girl in town. The best a man ever had, he said, and her
\nname was Allison.<\/p>\n
I rushed to a basement apartment on Magazine where I found my beautiful
\nAllison covered in the seed of dozens of men. A syringe hung loosely
\nfrom her leg as a line of men stood patiently for one of their comrades
\nto finish up. I chased away the crows and brought Allison back to St.
\nVincents. She had been with 52 men in 2 days, and, as soon as she was
\nable to speak, she insisted that I lay her in bed and call a man named
\nBlack Tooth. To my horror, she admitted to a certain thrill as the men
\npiled up to drive themselves deep inside her. She had never felt more
\npowerful, and she told me her goal was 500 men in one year. She was
\naddicted to sex, drunk on cock, mad about the…uh…mouse?<\/p>\n
She left me that night. Drifting off into the unforgiving rain with Black Tooth to recoup at some lawless holdfast in the bayou.<\/p>\n
On this very night, as you read this, the remnant of my beautiful
\nAllison is soaking the Gulf Coast. She is stretching from southeastern
\nLouisiana into southern Georgia and northern Florida.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[352],"tags":[353],"class_list":["post-2469","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-gsarchive","tag-gs-archive-2004-2008"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2469","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2469"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2469\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2846,"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2469\/revisions\/2846"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2469"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2469"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2469"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}