Date: Wed, 8 Nov 2017 23:57:37 -0500
From: ganymede1996@gmail.com
Subject: Donut in the Cemetery - GAY

Ever Green cemetery, New York


Tall trees casted a blue shadow on desolate and well kept lawns. Chubby
squirrels walked around in circles and their small feet tapped on the dry
leaves. Streams of wind leaped in the crevices among the hills and blurred
the clouds that floated on the silver lake. I liked to place my ears
against the cold stones and imagine that the city's noise is a lullaby to
the dead who sleep under the ground.

I walked every morning through the winding road on my way to work. Polished
marble figures looked at me with glazed eyes when I crossed the garden with
a smile on my face. I used to slip my fingers through the slots between the
heavy stones in the Mausoleums Avenue. I liked to peek through the grills
at the entrances to the graves. A small angel stood in one black tunnel and
guarded the dead who lied on the other side of the wall. I used to dream
that he quits his eternal shift and carries me on frail wings to a
different world.

The smell of frying and the ringing of the church bell used to remind me
that I had only a few minutes to cross the path in the garden and get to
work. Squeaking brakes, car horns and loud noises used to cut through my
ears when I exited the cemetery's gate. In the horizon, the metal towers of
the city pricked the sheet that covered the sky. The dying light of Dunkin
Donuts sign flickered on the other side of the street.

Everybody starts their journey on one side of the road and ends it on the
other side.



I used to open the squeaking doors of the branch in the mornings and turn
on the light in the gleaming space. Then I would fill up a machine that was
hidden behind the counter with a yellowish-greenish liquid. The machine
used to spit up an invisible cloud that emitted the smell of liquorice. A
truck carrying a pink logo used to bring supplies each morning to the small
branch. A faceless man used to put in the kitchen colorful boxes in which
tired beige hoops were crowded. New recipes were printed every day on the
joyful boxes and according to them I used to bake colorful sweets.



Glacier Donut - mix in a bowl a light blue powder and a thick liquid from a
sealed bottle with a phosphoric green print.

Moonraker Donut - mix in a blender a grainy paste and spread a creme with
dim asphalt shade.

Teaser Donut - inject with a syringe a steaming filling and cover with
balls that were heated in the microwave.



The clients that came to the branch chose to consume consciously and
bravely the poison that I concocted for them. Their faces reminded me of a
box of candies that fell into the sink - whereby the different colors mix
in the water and create a murky homogeneous hue.

They were pilgrims coming to buy donuts. I was the priest and I preached
about the importance of indulging in the pleasures of this life. The
colorful wall of sweets behind me was the altar, and when I sanctified them
with a blessing "1.30$ please" they looked at me with moist eyes.

When I went out for a break, I spread on myself an expired glazing and my
tears dropped on the sweet cream.



One day I took the place of the old lady that used to work in the
evenings. the full moon illuminated the familiar path while I walked among
the graveyard stones. Suddenly the moon hid behind a fat cloud and I felt
damp mud instead of solid ground beneath my feet. I searched for my way
back in the darkness.

A tall cracked obelisque stone directed me to a dead-end tunnel. An
oriented cross with an image of a young boy on it pointed at a wall covered
by a thorny shrub. An old tree with a dedication engraved on it made me
think that a mountain is a plane. A rustle of fog emanated from the burial
structures. I dragged my feet between the tombstones and read the engraved
words with my fingertips.

I lay down on the lake shore and the moon glanced at me cunningly from
behind the cloud. In a city where people walk in the streets like rats
towards a sticky trap - I had the privilege of being lost and I was happy.

The church bell chimed from the distance. I was late to work.



Ringing bells and the sounds of wings woke me up from my sleep. When I
opened my eyes I was in the dark. I stood up and started to dance my way
into the thick night air. suddenly A Beam of magenta light appeared behind
a tall tree and illuminated a figure that was sitting on the edge of the
lake. It was a beautiful marble angel and he devoured a hoop of dough. He
licked the sweet glazing and Penetrated his tongue into the hoop's oily
hole. crunchy whisper was moving on the face of the water when his tongue
clashed the sprinkles. he moaned. and then looked at me.

a river of saliva flushed my mouth and I lost control over my body while my
legs carried me towards him with a burst of lust. I walked into the cold
lake and the liquid covered me all the way to my nipples. I put a finger in
my mouth and found out that it's not water but a sweet corn syrup.

the angel grab my hand and helped me come onto the shore. he was holding me
aggressively and his fingers pat the base of my sticky hand.

with a force that seemed unnatural he threw me onto a cool stone and ripped
the the clothes off of my body. My dick was hard between my leg like a
chocolate Éclair.

out of rustling brown paper bag he extracted a Blueberry Donut and threaded
my pole into it slippery round pit. a familiar scream burst out of me - the
same scream that the frozen dough makes when it first encounter the boiling
oil.  I heard a choir singing in the background while he ate my sperm with
an appetite.

Gently I laid my head on his chest and then felt his nipples stiffen under
my wet hair. I removed his white robe and then stopped to look and to adore
the muscles that actuate this magical creature. I went down the line that
crossed his abs and I felt him moving under the tip of my tongue. right
before I felt the tip of his penis - the corps in the tombs around us woke
up. we joined the procession of the skeleton and together we sang:



"You're Dunkin'
Always Dunkin'
The world Runs on Dunkin'
Dunkin' Donuts