Lowly recepticle. Lovely light. I haven't done anything. At night my city looks like the oily barrel of a stolen gun, but we call her pretty anyway, because pride is tragic. I read all the death records of my triplet fathers in a fugue. Mom told me not to, she doesnt want to be seen as a hardwood floor. Fine with me. I'm breeding aliens for their cooking skills, to fatten me up with soft bread and cake. They want to talk about my **** so I'll tell anecdotes about girls and fruit trees. Each has his own crucifix. Each has his own curve. At the end of the world one will save me from the zombie corpses of my fathers. Before we leave I apologize for their misfortune. And I am depressed. Utopia ate me out while perched on a tree branch, and it grew a tail, and I vomited. Since I want to be happy I ask my word children to quiet down, to cut off their tails. I call my mother to warn her of the end of days, only to be told I was acting like that man. I asked which one. I needed to know, but across the line a timer went off, and I knew one of my aliens was making her zuchinni bread, so I hung up.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
Lowly recepticle. Lovely light. I haven't done anything. At night my city looks like the oily barrel of a stolen gun, but we call her pretty anyway, because pride is tragic. I read all the death records of my triplet fathers in a fugue. Mom told me not to, she doesnt want to be seen as a hardwood floor. Fine with me. I'm breeding aliens for their cooking skills, to fatten me up with soft bread and cake. They want to talk about my **** so I'll tell anecdotes about girls and fruit trees. Each has his own crucifix. Each has his own curve. At the end of the world one will save me from the zombie corpses of my fathers. Before we leave I apologize for their misfortune. And I am depressed. Utopia ate me out while perched on a tree branch, and it grew a tail, and I vomited. Since I want to be happy I ask my word children to quiet down, to cut off their tails. I call my mother to warn her of the end of days, only to be told I was acting like that man. I asked which one. I needed to know, but across the line a timer went off, and I knew one of my aliens was making her zuchinni bread, so I hung up.
