#billyfromphilly

[maxmundan]

There ain't a thick enough coat of bullshit you can put on this planet that can hide the evil from an addict. We've seen your dark heart, we know what you really want and how much you're willing to pay for it. Billy from Philly was the sweetest killer this side of the Rockies. With his steel blue eyes and gap-toothed, gun-metal grin. Billy could charm the pants off you, then turn around and trade your pants for a dime bag. It's cool, though without your pants was the way Billy liked you. Billy was a flea infested, gutter psychic. He could look you up and look you down, then pull out the five words that would either make you cum in your pants, or sell him your mother's pussy. I guess it goes without saying but Billy wasn't popular at parties. Once, when I was lonely, Billy held me in his arms and stroked my neck for comfort. I know he wanted more than I could give him but he settled for a peck on the cheek and a grateful thank you whispered in his ear. I cried when Billy died. Not because I missed him. No, I loved Billy, just not like that. I wept tears of relief. Now there was one less guy walking around with all my secrets in his head.

Max Mundan, Billy From Philly

© David Rutter 2014

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[maxmundan]

There ain't a thick enough coat of bullshit you can put on this planet that can hide the evil from an addict We've seen your dark heart We know what you really want and how much you're willing to pay for it Billy from Philly was the sweetest killer this side of the Rockies With his steel blue eyes and gap-toothed, gun-metal grin Billy could charm the pants off you then turn around and trade your pants for a dime bag It's cool, though without your pants was the way Billy liked you Billy was a flea infested, gutter psychic He could look you up and look you down then pull out the five words that would either make you cum in your pants or sell him your mother's pussy I guess it goes without saying but Billy wasn't popular at parties Once, when I was lonely Billy held me in his arms and stroked my neck for comfort I know he wanted more than I could give him but he settled for a peck on the cheek and a grateful thank you whispered in his ear I cried when Billy died not because I missed him No, I loved Billy just not like that I wept tears of relief Now there was one less guy walking around with all my secrets in his head

Max Mundan, Billy From Philly

© David Rutter 2014

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[maxmundan]

Rehab Stories: Billy From Philly

There ain’t a thick enough coat of paint You can put on this planet That can hide the evil From an addict We’ve seen your dark heart We know what you really want And how much You’re willing To pay for it

Billy from Philly Was the sweetest killer This side of the Rockies With his steel blue eyes And gap-toothed, gun-metal grin Billy could charm the pants off you Then turn around Sell your pants For a dime bag It’s cool, though Without your pants Was the way Billy liked you

Billy was a flea infested, gutter psychic He could look you up And look you down Then pull out the five words That would either make you Wet yourself Or sell him your mother’s pussy I guess it goes without saying But Billy wasn’t popular at parties

Once, when I was lonely Billy held me in his arms And stroked my neck for comfort I know he wanted More than I could give him But he settled For a quick kiss on the lips And a thank you Whispered in his ear

I cried when Billy died Not because I missed him No, I loved Billy Just not like that I wept tears of relief Now there was one less guy Walking around With all my secrets In his head

© David Rutter 2013