| by Russ Dickerson |
| WHAT THE FUCK? |
| Fuck is the magic word or, fuck me, so I’ve heard. It may seem a bit fucked up. It may sound absurd. But stop and fucking think of all the fucking ways that all those fucking fucks can fucking be displayed. A noun, you fuck. Fuck you, a verb. The fucking word is adjective. It fucking rules adverbs. Substituting parts of speech at every fucking turn. Motherfucker! Don’t want to Fuck my mother, Get fucked, but, fuck me, I love fucking my lover when a fuck-load of love is returned. You funny fucker, you’re fucking funny, a fuck where it’s conceivable. Fuck this job and fuck the money, it’s so un-fucking-believable. No matter what language it’s never misconstrued, all of God’s children know how to fuck you. The fucking of time, the fucking of minds, the fucks that the fucking will always define. Older in history than love, lust, or luck, Fuck is the mystery, out-fucking the fucked. |
Russ Dickerson recently received an
English degree in Creative Writing from the
University of West Florida. He is currently
seeking publication of his first novel, From
the Trail: The Birth of an Urban Shaman.
English degree in Creative Writing from the
University of West Florida. He is currently
seeking publication of his first novel, From
the Trail: The Birth of an Urban Shaman.
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