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The cave was dark and hollow "What? Ok i'm with ya so far captain obvious" It was cold and it smelled like bat **** "Would you listen to this guy Who the **** is writing this?" He wanted to go further but he was scared of the dark "Alright! That's it. This is ****** nonsense My turn!" The reader followed the poet into the cave Nails protruded through his cracked skull pounded from the inside by the drivle he had just read Burning daggers dripped from his eyes and melted into pools of lava on the cave floor Feeling the intense heat the poet turns around Then suddenly "bat **** in his shorts The reader unsheaths Frozen with terror the bat **** poet closes his eyes When he returns from the blink readers blade is fast against his jug "I will spare your life if you never write again" Whimpering Yes. Yes. Please i'll do anything "Well you can do whatever you want really I'm not that much of a **** Just no more writing" Ok. Ok. Just let me go! The reader sheaths his blade as the "bat **** poet begins to run "Oh And it's gauno son It's gauno"
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
"Reader" vs The Bat **** Poet
The cave was dark and hollow "What? Ok i'm with ya so far captain obvious" It was cold and it smelled like bat **** "Would you listen to this guy Who the **** is writing this?" He wanted to go further but he was scared of the dark "Alright! That's it. This is ****** nonsense My turn!" The reader followed the poet into the cave Nails protruded through his cracked skull pounded from the inside by the drivle he had just read Burning daggers dripped from his eyes and melted into pools of lava on the cave floor Feeling the intense heat the poet turns around Then suddenly "bat **** in his shorts The reader unsheaths Frozen with terror the bat **** poet closes his eyes When he returns from the blink readers blade is fast against his jug "I will spare your life if you never write again" Whimpering Yes. Yes. Please i'll do anything "Well you can do whatever you want really I'm not that much of a **** Just no more writing" Ok. Ok. Just let me go! The reader sheaths his blade as the "bat **** poet begins to run "Oh And it's gauno son It's gauno"
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brain-in-a-bottle
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
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