debauchery at 3:00

tom's walking out of class when his teacher says "fuck you".  he turns around, startled, then tom does.  now facing his teacher's back, tom grabs his teacher's waist and starts fucking viciously.  exhausted, tom pulls out and cums all over his left hand.  he studies the cum, then wipes it on his teacher's face, smearing his teacher's glasses with goo.  "well?" tom asks.  "fuck you" his teacher says.  "again?" tom asks.

adjusting his pants, tom leaves his teacher's office to find me spinning a pencil in the hallway.  "oh, hello" tom says.  "i've decided the only way to transcend love and sex is to be a nihilist," i say.  "i only care about nihilism from now on."  "that's kind of cute," tom says.  "I know," i wail.

he struggles to keep his head propped up.  his eyes pulse with pain.  he smells like a literary orgasm.  he's just completed the masterpiece he's been willing into existence for three years.  it's as good as he's been saying it will be.  it's better.  i know because james tells me so on the internet.

"i hate them all" a man declares.  "if only it were that simple," a larger man rejoins.

the black kid told the white kid that the black kid's grandma had a bottle of pills.  the black kid said if he could fuck the white kid, the white kid could have the pills.  the black kid fucked the white kid.  a train came.  the white kid got on the train without the pills.  that's how it went. 

"and jesus christ in all his glory--" "i've never been to church." he spit and leered at her.