And so the boy entered high school. I can start over here, he thought. But he soon found the same thing happening again. He was unwanted. He did not fit in. The people there were even more crude and shallow. No one was quite at his intellectual level, and the demon felt lonely. So the demon thought hard and collected those thoughts in his hands. With a piece of his flesh, he wrapped those thoughts tightly in a bundle and breathed into an orifice to fill it with life. It was a blind, disgusting little ball, but at least it was a friend. I am Sigh, it said, Do you love me?
The boy was overjoyed with his solution and created more companions. Each time he gathered his thoughts and bound them in some of his skin until all his flesh and organs had been consumed and all that was left were his bones. Do you love me? Do you love me? his little implings whined, echoing his own inner heart. Now, the demon only felt distress as he related the truth: I cannot love you; I am a demon. Do you love me?
Yes! the implings said, but it was too late, as the demon whose being was nothing more than dust had crumpled with those last words.








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I love this guy, I love that guy, let's put them together and have FUN!
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If you love it so much, why can't you make fun of it?
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"Bleach - an aquired taste. You have to be at the end of your life to enjoy it."
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さぁ兄さん
けっこんけっこんけっこん結婚けっこんけっこんけっこん
//dd
yandry/!
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"Girl: 'But I may never see you again!'
Guy: 'Here's my semen. Have a boy.'"
"I belong to the sin-all-you-want religion. It encourages the sharing of pastries."
"Every time you talk to me about religion, Jesus smacks a baby."
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Beware of Color-blind A.D.D. Artist!
.IRON FØX.
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"Girl: 'But I may never see you again!'
Guy: 'Here's my semen. Have a boy.'"
"I belong to the sin-all-you-want religion. It encourages the sharing of pastries."
"Every time you talk to me about religion, Jesus smacks a baby."
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