Archive-name: Miscell/jericho.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Jericho Joy As they collapsed, ringingly, to the bed, she nuzzled the warmth of his elusive armpit and sussurrated with the ecstasy of his glorious odor. "Baby," she cried out to his middleaged mass, "infant, child, sexually immature Homo Sapiens!" Aroused, he nibbled the fresh sweet hair between her newest toes. "Oh, how I long for the days when I could gaze hungrily into your unblinking third eye and be presented with a gift of mucus!" He attached himself like a schnauzer with lockjaw to her inner thigh and sucked the marrow from her lust- crazed bones. She ran her remaining fingers over the chitinous exoskeleton of his collapsible love-stick, shifting him into third. Panting with pleasure, he sniffed her unpulchritudinous vestigial milk bottles. "Sweetheart, saccharine blood pump, tongue-nerve- exciting fleshy blood-soaked hydraulic thing, no one, not even the rain, has such small glands." Her blood seething with desire, she sank her angry yellow teeth into the cartilage of his nose. Nearing his climax, he extruded a tuning fork from his lower abdomen. As she plonked his G-string, musical instruments at last sprouted from his erect, bleeding earlobe. Crying out in pure, bloodthirsty joy, she blew his trumpet three times. And the walls came. --