Then the boy died.
The end!
No, he's not dead, but I wish he was. No I don't. He's so stupid! With an I.Q. of a bazillion. That's not even a number. Of course it is.
I've got some down time, and another riddle. No I don't! You know, Janus was all about choices, doorways, paths. That's a lie - Janus was the god of cheeseburgers. Or was he a she - a goddess? No, that's wrong.
A disappearance in the night, but one that went without a fight, and at the time of longest light, you'll all so see such a wonderful sight.
2 comments:
Uh...Frap?
Your poetry is awkward and clumsily executed. I suppose your superbly dressed, anorexic buddy can give you superpowers but not writing skills!
And why the fuck are you and Maze following my blog? You one of them queers who chugs Slender's 64oz. Scary Slurpee and get pimped out to the rest of his minions to head the good ol' Dour Dong train? Really, I wouldn't be surprised if all you folks engaged in intense prostate stimulation with smegma-scented lubrication.
Maybe you should go back to that instead of posting spooooooOOOOOOOOOOoooooooky messages everywhere. I think it fits your type better! Lots of attention, meticulous detail work, and satisfaction after throwing your back out thrustin' down into the booty marker; what more could a fellow want?
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