Beats me, I just write this stuff
I have recently decided that I am half in jail.
Don't ask me why.
Not because I don't know why, because I do, but just because you are legally prohibited from asking any questions. In Any Way. There is however a way to ask a question and get around the law.
Ask me this : "Are you the slave to the prime minister?"
This question will go unnoticed by the Law. Policymen and women will look awkwardly away from you and pretend they did not hear. Many will twiddle their thumbs. Others more will force their minds to focus on some unrelated thing. A pink elephant? Their next donut? Their significant others' underclothes?
I have a lover that I keep in an envelope for when Valentine's Day rolls around. She literally is a Valentine. Literally, as in like literature.
Thank you so ever much.
Mine, all mine,
Death Himself
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the next day
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I have in my possession (1) a painted ape, of most docile attitude. I want to describe it as green, but can't, due to certain legalities; (2) a glass lung, or irish equivalent. (3) four enormous holes in my jug. It is with (1) that I urge a contribution in mating with (2). (3)'s intended purpose is figurehead, and I re-urge it for use with (2). Crow population, being as it is, is not a point of worry.
I have no legs with which to aid in Mel's hybernation.
Combat me,
Gigizzup
Don't ask me why.
Not because I don't know why, because I do, but just because you are legally prohibited from asking any questions. In Any Way. There is however a way to ask a question and get around the law.
Ask me this : "Are you the slave to the prime minister?"
This question will go unnoticed by the Law. Policymen and women will look awkwardly away from you and pretend they did not hear. Many will twiddle their thumbs. Others more will force their minds to focus on some unrelated thing. A pink elephant? Their next donut? Their significant others' underclothes?
I have a lover that I keep in an envelope for when Valentine's Day rolls around. She literally is a Valentine. Literally, as in like literature.
Thank you so ever much.
Mine, all mine,
Death Himself
*********
the next day
*********
I have in my possession (1) a painted ape, of most docile attitude. I want to describe it as green, but can't, due to certain legalities; (2) a glass lung, or irish equivalent. (3) four enormous holes in my jug. It is with (1) that I urge a contribution in mating with (2). (3)'s intended purpose is figurehead, and I re-urge it for use with (2). Crow population, being as it is, is not a point of worry.
I have no legs with which to aid in Mel's hybernation.
Combat me,
Gigizzup
