daddy mommy sad my favorite ice cream is strawberry.
daddy mommy mad my beloved kitten's name is strawberry.
daddy mommy sad strawberry pouring out of me.
daddy mommy mad strawberry poured out of daddy.
daddy mommy bad strawberry poured out of mommy.
daddy mommy abuse bruise on my body the wounds increase.
nine years since my conception i sleep with the cat in my bed every night.
nothing changes i always put lots of jam on my favorite morning bread.
raspberry jam pouring out all the dark red ice cream.
i snuck a peek at what my daddy kept in his drawer and pulled the thing far in the back out to play with.
i sneak up on my mommy and daddy when they fall asleep shall i shoot through you first?
i'm hungry i'll eat my favorite bread with jam put the pistol to their temples.
raspberry jam. bang.
The DRAC's Powersuit lay in smokin' ruin. The pilot tried to punch through
the carriage to get out. But it was too late, all there was an deathly
silence. A ghastly, ungodly silence.
It began as a mistake.
The first time that Charles Branaski met Lucy Van Pelt, she was holding a football. He didn’t care for the game, baseball was his thing. Still, she held out that old football.
“Just kick the fucking thing,” she said.
“Listen, babe. You just hold that thing steady and I’ll kick the shit out of it.”
She threw her head back and laughed. She laughed long and hard and propped up the football. Charlie took a running start and he reared back his leg and kicked as hard as he could. Lucy was laughing too hard to hold the ball steady and it slipped out of her hand. Charlie missed the ball and flew straight up in the air and landed flat on his back.
“AUUUGGGGHHH,” he said.
“You should have seen your face, Charlie Branaski,” she said. Then she laughed twice as hard.
“Listen, you crazy bitch. I think I broke my ass. Jesus Christ!”
She helped him up. “Look, I’m sorry about that. You try it again and I’ll hold it real steady this time.”