Remote Controller

The Remote it was a terrible hallucination an old hex came up of her grave and raped me. I was lame after paralyzing fear she sat on top of me and she reeked of semen from a thousand men left to fester in the world’s mouldy vagina. I fumbled for my remote wanted to switch the canal, could not find it, then the horses came galloping through the woods I mounted one and we were in the pampas of Argentina, all the while the hex hollered something about multiple orgasms. I found the remote and the screen was filled with irises and sweet poems.