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I am an ugly snaggle-toothed mesianic messenger,

  • I am an ugly snaggle-toothed mesianic messenger, stubby wings and hands, and chicken feet. Read my unscrollling locks, as I rise like a phoenix. for my historic tweet.
  • But what is a "historic tweet?" you ask. How DARE you ask. You haven't got the hashtags big enough to ask that. So now I will unfurl my legendary characters in your general directi
  • On and see how you respond when they try to eat your words. They have teeth and voracious appetites for new vocabulary. Their IQ is 200, I tested it myself. Isn't that amazing?
  • The whites of her eyes glistened in the fluorescent light, and shone with greed. When her lips parted, a voice akin to that of a robot's burbled forth. "Ain't that something."
  • It was something, alright. Every fiber of my being screamed "RUN!", but of course I didn't listen. "Look," I told her. "I like you. I really do. But you can't keep coming around
  • here, to my neighbourhood." I skirted around the issue. How was I supposed to tell her that I was afraid of her and what being in a relationship with her might mean for me.
  • She laughed softly. "You know you want it." She whispered, leaning into me and closing the distance between our mouths. And once it started, I couldn't stop.
  • Our lips touched. Static electricity coursed through my frame. The power knocked me into the kitchen. A low hum rang in my ears. "Let's do that again."
  • I pushed forward, trying to initiate another similar moment. But I wasn't the only one who moved.
  • My bowels were aching for release, and that was why I had to walk out of the opera just as the cymbals crashed.
Started
2016-05-20 17:55:04
Finished
2016-05-25 12:16:40

1 Comments

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    SlimWhitman May 25 2016 @ 12:25

    Chaz has prescience.

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