Traversing the haunted forest of family secrets
- Traversing the haunted forest of family secrets is not only scary but it is the only way to be truly free.
- Especially when they tell you those secrets, but then have to kill you. That can be a bummer. If you are dead, who will buy that bitch a Mother's Day Card? Maybe that will save m
- e some money. Then again, if I'm dead, I'm also dead. So while I do save money that way, I'm also dead and can't use the damn money. What a conundrum! With that problem not
- finding itself a solution I decided to let go of the greed and ego, and instead went on a spiritual journey. A journey so spiritual in fact, that my physical body didn't even reali
- -ze my spirit departed my mortal coil. It flew about the Cockney stars, humming with pleasure as its ethereal phallus brushed against the nebulae
- Bbblubbit...Bbblubbit..Bo-ING...This is how my spirit hums, especially when rubbing against the nebulae. My spirit felt a nova about to erupt,the white dwarf's gasses accumulating
- from the chilli cheese fries with out-of-date mayonnaise I ate before my cheerleading routine. My team spirit was black and smooth like liquid night as it came forth in a surge of
- fast food delight. I could now cheerlead with confidence. I pulled on my pom poms, some Wellington boots and a stout pair of britches. Then came the helmet. Cheerleading could be
- useful during Armageddon after all! But whose side was I on? Were there really any sides anymore? It didn't matter -- I was enjoying this new freedom, unshackled from
- chains of yellow lines or meters. I could park anywhere! I could drive on the wrong side of the road! Who cares about red lights? I had FREEDOM! and then I ran out of gas....
- Started
- 2012-06-06 15:14:18
- Finished
- 2013-10-15 01:14:24
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