It just floats there. It's sick.
And you were writing it. But you were all drunk. So it was bad.
It makes these noises. You know. Like, sick manatee noises. Manatee watches piece of seaweed for like three hours. It moves all slow cause it's like, underwater. It's going through some stuff. Existential stuff. It wishes it was a different shape. One that's not a manatee.
I don't want those things. Things that turn into stuff I wish you didn't tell me. And there's this picture I don't want you to see. It's of a kitten. The baby kitten is in a box of poptarts.
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