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You are a stone. I want to strike you with my stick You know Like Moses did in the desert That worked out great for him Not hard or anything Just so the water finally gushes forth And I am nourished And you are human And I can stop talking to a ******* stone That doesn’t even answer back Like real stones do But I have to be careful I don’t want you to burst Though it would be strange if you did You are a stone, after all Maybe I’ll just sit next to you instead Maybe that’ll work Or poke a little That should do the trick Or **** Or embrace Or hold Why isn’t this working This isn’t I can’t Why aren’t you Can’t you just hey How about thi— Listen to me! SMACK Oh! The water! I did it! You broke open! Now I’ll be nourished! Now you’ll finally be real! I was afraid you’d burst! Or I’d crumble But I did it! Now we can get out of this ******* desert Together! wait The water It’s trickling There’s barely any at all And you’re still a stone And I’m still dying of thirst And talking to a rock. I’ll die before you trickle out enough water for me to drink And live to tell about it You know that, right? I hate stones. They‘re so unreliable.
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
Stones are Stupid
You are a stone. I want to strike you with my stick You know Like Moses did in the desert That worked out great for him Not hard or anything Just so the water finally gushes forth And I am nourished And you are human And I can stop talking to a ******* stone That doesn’t even answer back Like real stones do But I have to be careful I don’t want you to burst Though it would be strange if you did You are a stone, after all Maybe I’ll just sit next to you instead Maybe that’ll work Or poke a little That should do the trick Or **** Or embrace Or hold Why isn’t this working This isn’t I can’t Why aren’t you Can’t you just hey How about thi— Listen to me! SMACK Oh! The water! I did it! You broke open! Now I’ll be nourished! Now you’ll finally be real! I was afraid you’d burst! Or I’d crumble But I did it! Now we can get out of this ******* desert Together! wait The water It’s trickling There’s barely any at all And you’re still a stone And I’m still dying of thirst And talking to a rock. I’ll die before you trickle out enough water for me to drink And live to tell about it You know that, right? I hate stones. They‘re so unreliable.
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Androgynous
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
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