Jennifer wrestled her friend playfully to the ground

infront of the snowcone stand and began licking at the

girls eyeballs, as if they were sugar cubes. Their

bodies convulsed and flailed with an almost seizure

like intensity. At times their pale limbs seeming to

shift back and forth from one torso to the other. A

crowd gathered almost immediately to watch these two

girls tie and untie their bodies like a pair of

pit-vipers. They were confused, or concerned, or

shocked, or aroused, or all of the above. But no-one

dared interfere with the performance. Jennifer's long

ashen hair hung down concealing the girls face like a

curtain around a hospital bed. No one had any idea

that the girls eyes were revolving under her ruby

tongue. "This is disgusting, it's pornography"

exclaimed a pasty slut white woman in a fur coat,

vanilla ice-cream smeared across her double chin like

a money shot. Counting a balding professor type in his

mid-forties, his left hand stuffed crassly down the

front of his pants "No, no, no. This is beautiful,

this is art."