Terminus
an excerpt

“I can’t believe it.”

“What.”

“You, that’s what.”

“Don’t know what you mean.”

“You fucking do know.”

“Um, no, I fucking don’t.”

“You’re a pussy.”

“What does that have to do with this?”

“Just tell me you fucked them. Both of them.”

“Who? Both of who?”

“Those fucking sluts the other night. You know.”

“Well.”

“See? I fucking told you!”

“Look—”

“No you look. If you don’t wanna fuck me anymore just say it.”

“I—”

“Isn’t my pussy wet enough for you? You fuck.”

“Gimme a chance to answer! Fuck.”

“Then fucking answer!”

“Okay, so I was drunk – as you know – and, well, what the hell did you expect to happen?”

“To come home with me!”

“I wanted to, I really did, but they were—”

“Their pussies were wetter. I get it. They had wetter cunts.”

“That’s something I couldn’t have known.”

“You know how wet my pussy is. It’s like always wet. You know that. I bet theirs were arid compared to mine.”

“Arid?”

“Yeah, arid cunt whores! You like fucking dry pussy?”

“Um, they weren’t ‘dry’ as you put it.”

“Well, you could have let me come too.”

“Well, I—”

“But you never thought about that, did you. You just had whore cunt on your mind.”

“You’re going off for no good reason.”

“Fuck you! You fucking shit!”

“Calm the fuck down.”

“No! I won’t!”

“You’re acting like a child.”

“So? So what the fuck do you care?”

“All this is about is wet pussy? Is that what this is about?”

“Wet pussy that wasn’t fucked when it should have been. My wet pussy.”

“And you think—”

“I think my pussy deserves better, don’t you?”

“Can we talk about something else?”

“There’s nothing else worth talking about.”

“Um, I think there is.”

“Like what. My pussy is the thing.”

“Your pussy is just that, your pussy.”

“So what are you saying? My pussy’s not important?”

“Believe me, it’s losing its importance fast.”

“Then one day you won’t even think about it, will you.”

“I’m not thinking about it now.”

“What then? What are you thinking about? Those cunts?”

“Maybe I should be.”

“Then do it.”

“Okay, I will.”

“Okay. Can I think about them too?”

“Do what you want.”

“Nah, I’d rather think about death.”

“Death?”

“Yeah. My death.”

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“You’re a fucking idiot.”

“How so?”

“Well for one thing you look like one.”

“I look like an idiot?”

“Yes. You do. Your face is imbecilic.”

“Imbecilic. I have an imbecilic face.”

“Yeah, and I fucking hate your nose. It’s crooked and looks goofy.”

“Okay, keep going. You’ve insulted me into numbness.”

“All in all you’re just one stupid fucking asshole.”

“I’ve never been told that before. What a first.”

“Glad I could be the one.”

“Are you thanking me?”

“Sounds like you’re thanking me.”

“No – why the fuck would I thank anyone for insulting me to no end?”

“No end? I think we’ve reached the end.”

“The end started before we got to the beginning.”

“Yeah. You’re right. So why are you still here?”

“I live here.”

“So?”

“What do you mean ‘So’?”

“So move.”

“What?”

“Fucking move. I want your house.”

“Um, you want – what the hell—”

“Just kidding, fuck. See, you are a fucking idiot.”

“Fuck you.”

”Fuck you!”

“No, fuck you, because—”

“Because why?”

“Because…”

“You don’t even fucking know.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“You go fuck yourself.”

“I’d rather fuck you.”

“You fucking wish.”

“We’ve fucked a lot.”

“Too much.”

”Too much?”

“Yeah, too much. I’ve fucked an idiot and I guess that makes me one too.”

“Well I was a good idiot.”

“Maybe. Your cock I love, but I did fuck an idiot. An idiot with a big cock.”

“Does that make me useless?”

“No. But in way it could. I want more than just a cock in my life.”

“Well maybe I need more than just a hot wet cunt.”

“Leave my cunt out of it.”

“Can’t have cock without cunt.”

“Watch me.”

“Can I?”

“Fuck no. Never.”

“You used to let me.”

“That was then.”

“But the cunt is still now. So is the cock.”

“My cunt is my cunt. Your cock is your cock.”

“And your point?”

“Fuck you’re dumb.”

“It’s a question. No dumb questions.”

“Holy shit. My pussy is now separate from your cock.”

“I thought you preferred ‘cunt’.”

“Pussy, cunt, what the fuck ever. Your cock never gets it.”

“It got it a lot.”

“Like I said, too fucking much.”

“Is that possible?”

“For me it is.”

“So it’s over.”

“Has been.”

“Okay.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“What more can I say?”

“Believe me you’ve said everything.”

“I could say a lot more, you know.”

“Get the fuck out. I’m fucking sick of you.”

“Um, I live here?”

“You motherfucker.”

“So you get out.”

“Fuck off.”

“Bye.”

“Fuck yourself.”

“I will.”

“Good.”

“Fuck.”

“Fuck is right.”

“Call me?”

“Call who?”

“Me.”

“Who are YOU?”

“I’m just me. No one else but.”

“I don’t know you. Have we met?”

“We just did.”

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“Where have you been?”

“What?”

“Where have you been. You smell like cunt.”

“Um—”

“You fucking know you do. Where have you been?”

“I don’t smell anything.”

“You smell like cunt. You do. I smell cunt. And it’s not my cunt.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Cunt. That’s what I’m talking about. Cunt.”

“Well, I don’t smell like it.”

“It being cunt.”

“Look, I went to the store, that’s it.”

“The cunt store.”

“Okay, fuck you.”

“No, you fuck cunt, remember?”

“Damn, what the fuck are you on?”

“On? Hmmm…your cunt trail? Yeah, I’m on your cunt trail. Your trail of cunt.”

“Shut up.”

“You asked.”

“Just shut up. Let’s go.”

“Where. To your cunt?”

“Okay, you’re sick.”

“I’m sick alright. Sick of your cunt smell.”

“Stop saying that.”

“What. Cunt?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, I’ll stop.”

“Good.”

“Cunt.”

“Are you calling me a cunt?”

“No, I just smell it on you, so you make me think of it.”

“I make you think of it.”

“Yes.”

“Because you think you smell it on me.”

“I do smell it. I’m not imagining it. You reek of it.”

“Maybe you’re smelling the cigs.”

“No. It’s not cigs, it’s cunt. Plain and simple cunt.”

“There you go again.”

“Well, it’s true, so…”

“Whatever. Let’s go.”

“Okay. Fine.”

“Okay.”

“I’m tired of dealing with it.”

“Really? Hey, you never get tired of cunt, do you?”

“Only when I’m told I smell like it.”

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“Show me your penis.”

“My penis?”

“Yeah, your penis.”

“Why do you call it that?”

“Penis?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s wrong with penis?”

“Nothing, but you usually call it cock, or dick. Not penis.”

“I like penis now.”

“Okay.”

“Okay, so show me.”

“Okay. Here.”

“Wow. It’s so nice.”

“Okay. You don’t seem that thrilled, really.”

“No, I am. I’m always thrilled to see your penis.”

“Okay.”

“It’s so long, even though it’s not erect.”

“Yeah.”

“I wanna touch it.”

“Why are you being like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’ve never seen my cock before.”

“I know, I’m just pretending I haven’t.”

“It’s fucked you so many times.”

“Yes it has. You have. Your penis has. Your penis has fucked me a lot.”

“You just like the sound of it, don’t you.”

“I guess. Yeah, it does sound good for a change.”

“You used to say cock and dick all the time.”

“I know, I guess I just got tired of it. Saying it.”

“Okay, so now you’re gonna tell me you want my penis.”

“Yeah.”

“That doesn’t sound as good as the other.”

“It’ll only be for a while. Until I get tired of that too.”

“Then you’ll go back to cock and dick?”

“Sure. I gotta go back to something, right?”