Two and a half shadows sauntered without the disenfranchised mentality of enlightenment while filtered colors from the light pole head mixed their figures. This was not their street. Abandoned and forsaken here, Jeff and Paul were gay lovers. Their child, Hemhem, was the fruit of their gay labors.

T’were a score of algorithms to place the vase. Seven squandered time and space, however Zeus didn’t have fucking time for that. Four others utilized a dull spleen and stalked low in the brush for men to fondle like an unlocked car or a house with accumulated mail.

“Gay! We, in love—LOOKIT THAT! OMG!” gay Jeff nodded towards the prominent house in Paul’s pants. They lights were off, but the back door was wide open. “Some bum musta leffit open. Let’s ha’ a looksy.” [ed.note: no rewrite req.]

“Good night for a snatch and grab. {ed.note: again} It’d be a sham t’waste it.” Totally straight, not gay Paul concurred.

Despite his eagerness, Jeff let Paul led the way.

It was a gay place- lower middle class, and full—