I walked in, only to find what I expected,
- I walked in, only to find what I expected, but wanted to avoid. "Charlie!" I yelled, rushing to his body. He had lost a lot of blood, and I knew he wasn't going to make it.
- From his blood, I made a traditional Hungarian blood cake. From his body, I made a proud statue in the way i would see him remembered.
- From his spirit, I made a dragon kite with large eyes and a very long tail. I used to fly it down at Playa del Batguano until one day the string snapped and
- the dragon tumbled down through the air, landing to cloak me like an untightened kimono. Having merged with the soul-dragon, I rose above the skyscrapers to carry out my new duty:
- being a D.A.R.E. officer. I warned 5th graders nationwide of the dangers of merging with soul-dragons. It was a tough sell, because there aren't any dangers. I'm a fucking dragon.
- Of course, being told by a D.A.R.E. officer to not become a dragon just made the kids want to be dragons even more, and sure enough, it wasn't long before the entire fifth grade
- graduated to the sixth grade. Except for Tim. Then they all got hair. Except for Tim. Then they all discovered sex. Except for Tim. Tim stared through the 5th grade
- at the place where his genitals were supposed to be. Tim wasn't sure why nothing went right for him, but the constant reminded was just too much.
- Tim looked at his crotch again. Perfectly smooth like all the dolls in his collection. Maybe the dolls were anatomically correct and the pornos & medical encyclopedia were a hoax?
- He would have to be extra sure & read through much of the material for his research purposes. Read through it very carefully, pore over every airbrushed pixel. Tim was meticulous.
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- 2011-04-22 13:44:52
- Finished
- 2012-01-08 18:03:29
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