What The Fuck Am I?
Sunday, March 28th, 2010What am I? I don’t get what I am? People keep calling on me to come hide eggs they color after they have aborted the baby inside by boiling it to death. They keep demanding me to come bring them a basket full of plastic green grass with portrait of me in chocolate. People want to eat me! I don’t understand. I need to know why. WHY?
I don’t know Jesus Christ. I have not met this man before. NEVER. But still. They want me. They want me to hop through their fucking homes, hide their colored and aborted chicken eggs and leave hollow chocolate portrait of myself that they will eat. ..I don’t understand.
I need to talk to my alienist.