[This is a review of, or summary of, or comment on on The X-Files – the complete, nine-season television series and the two movies – written under constraint.]
The title files, the X-Files, exist. His fief.
His silliest, fishiest thesis: Lithe, sexless elitist “eels” exist. These sliest eels flit. These eels felt his sis. Eels flee. Exit sis. She left: Exile.
She, steel theist, feels little. Little else lifts life.
His fetish: Elfish feet? He, slitless, sexless, sees little fetishist sex, feels less.
She sifts the lifeless: filth, shit. She lifts the sheet: The stiff. She sees his teeth, hefts his testis. The fifth stiff, the sixth stiff…
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