12-15-2016, 09:36 AM
find what you love … and let it kill you
The frogs are back! Let all mankind know that the frog mafia is back, and its king is behind it. All bow down before the Goblin king! King Froggy scared of the dark; King Frog going along for a lark…
The stars…Epithet was naming them. One by one, they surrendered to her. She called them by name, and played with them as if they were her children, dancing about like a marionette upon an old wooden stage. Moving—moving, moving. Don’t get tangled, child.
I won’t mummy.
The years had not been kind—not they had not, precious. Beautiful lines of a sad clown painting faces on a dumpster. Dumpster diving. Trash. Just throw it all out. Nothing good; nothing doing.
Leola off, gone a’ visitin’. Never coming back. She’s gone—gone, gone. Same as Akhil. They always leave. Always.
Unlike Snape.
He just dies.
And then, a bush speaks. A blue bush, with blueberries growing from it. And then a blue thing speaks from behind it. Haunted Haunted. “BOO!” Says the white thing… says Epithet. Happy clown face. Somebody cares.
Seeing the blue bush talk, she immediately searches for the frog. She wants to spank something. Spank. Spankity spank.
Spank.
“Alone…” says Epithet, her wings drooping and turning blue with all the emotion that she(they) felt. Sad clown. Who cares about Epithet?
Where’s the fucking frog, Venge?
The stars…Epithet was naming them. One by one, they surrendered to her. She called them by name, and played with them as if they were her children, dancing about like a marionette upon an old wooden stage. Moving—moving, moving. Don’t get tangled, child.
I won’t mummy.
The years had not been kind—not they had not, precious. Beautiful lines of a sad clown painting faces on a dumpster. Dumpster diving. Trash. Just throw it all out. Nothing good; nothing doing.
Leola off, gone a’ visitin’. Never coming back. She’s gone—gone, gone. Same as Akhil. They always leave. Always.
Unlike Snape.
He just dies.
And then, a bush speaks. A blue bush, with blueberries growing from it. And then a blue thing speaks from behind it. Haunted Haunted. “BOO!” Says the white thing… says Epithet. Happy clown face. Somebody cares.
Seeing the blue bush talk, she immediately searches for the frog. She wants to spank something. Spank. Spankity spank.
Spank.
“Alone…” says Epithet, her wings drooping and turning blue with all the emotion that she(they) felt. Sad clown. Who cares about Epithet?
Where’s the fucking frog, Venge?
Epithet