The Good House, a Personal Satirical Prose Memoir, by Chongfen Ling-Harvey
>Every day when I was 25 I went to the Good House?!?! Nah, the house was actually a bad house, or so you'd say, since you're straight and don't get it, or maybe you'd just stay silent. Coward shit. This is where you, the reader, should feel fear. Viscous liquid dropped from every panel in the hot Saskatchewan sun and they punched you in the dick when you arrived. Anyway, it was still the Good House, because it was where I went to suck dick and get my dick sucked. This is where you, the reader, should feel relief, empathy, and admiration. I saw more exposed dicks in the Good House than I ever have before or since. Praise Allah for the Good House and praise Buddha for the Prince Albert piercing they gave me beneath the floorboards. Now that I am 26, I still suck mad dick at the Good House. This is my growth and why it was so important to me. This is where you, the reader, should be impressed at how tonally consistent and true to myself I've been. True to life. True to tone, artistic craft. True to the Good House. That is the moral of The Good House.
Yucky vagina (unapologetic edition), by Chongfen Ling-Harvey
>Ladies, if your panties get in a bunch, look away. I’m not sorry for any of this and I mean it all.
When I was little I didn’t know girls had vaginas. I thought they all had beautiful hairy cocks since girls were supposed to be pretty and they were all hung. Yifen played show me yours I’ll show you mine with me and when she took out her junk I couldn’t believe it I threw up right there all over the place. Yifen cried. Now that I’m 26 my girl best friend Chloe tried to sleep with me and I was pretty drunk and whipped out my junk just to do her a solid but then she pulled hers out and it drooped all soft like the octopus mom took home to kill and boil and I threw up all over the place. Lady, put away your junk. I thought you had a beautiful hairy cock and were hung!
The Poems of Chongfen Ling-Harvey