and noticed this weird text file that I didn’t recognize on my desktop. I opened it up and lo and behold, I had written some sort of weird stream of consciousness prose while I was high as hell. so here you go:
Standing on the edge of a meadow while simple acoustic guitar plays. From the depths of the urge spring some sort of hellpiano. But aside from that things sure were peaceful. I had just watched the lost in space remake earlier that day and that had left me loosey and goosey as hell. One by one Dio, was this what you wanted to leave for us? Was it? The empire was here to take our place and I was just standing in your tomb trying to figure out the secret to corpsefeeling. Parkour from roof to roof from the thought police, you taught me and you taught me well Paul. Your ballads were straight-forward and more importantly perfectionated.
I’m gonna keep adding to this document over time and see what happens (madness will happen).
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Donnie Cyberfranklin rolled over in bed and pressed the pillow against his head. But it couldn’t stop the incessant bleating of his mother.
“DONNIE!” she yelled over and over, “IT’S TIME FOR SCHOOL!”
“Jesus Christ, mom,” Donnie muttered petulantly, “It’s not like my high school isn’t…
A Whole New Dr. Spiderman by @rad_milk, who once put his dick through a girl’s gauged ear hole < Never Forget >
It all started in 2008 with a badly written poem created purely for the purpose of sexual harassment. From there it turned into a series of stories and the rest is history. Well, and the future. Future history.
