snorting filth by chris. a one hundred dollar bill took a train to tulsa. it stepped off the train into a puddle of filth. the hundred dollar bill proceeded to roll itself into a tube and then snorted the filth until the puddle was gone. it coughed, and then it rubbed its nose. as the filth, the filth and rubbish of the whole world, entered the bill's intricate system of veins, it gained clarity and understanding. it learned the world's secrets. no sooner had the one hundred dollar bill had this epiphany than a twelve year old boy crushed it while riding on his bike. the boy stopped and peeled the one hundred dollar bill off his bike tire. thick, gooey filth oozed out of the bill's nostrils as it moaned and finally died. (the following has yet to happen) the boy will stuff the hundred dollar bill in his pocket. he will take it home. he will brag to his big brother about finding the money. his brother will steal the hundred dollar bill and go to his room and lock the door. he will snort the same filth and come to an understanding much like the one the hundred dollar bill came to. he'll open the door and his little brother will be standing there holding their step-father's shot gun in his hands. the boy will then put a hole in his big brother's stomach, and the hundred dollar bill will be hit by the buckshot as well and will be ripped to pieces and the pieces will shower to the ground. no one will ever gain clarity or understanding again.

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