I love Poptarts. In fact, I love pastries in general. Someday I'll learn to bake an optical-illusion-shaped cake: I'll let you eat it if you figure out how. Where's the top? the bottom? The icing? Is that an inverted strawberry? Eventually, they'll just get confused and settle for Poptarts. I have.
I used to post my stuff on fanfiction, but that died: you see, I don't actually like the idea of fan fics, and none of my stories were actually fan fiction anyway. Common problem, I gather. It doesn't matter what I write, though I prefer short stories to stuff like poems. I still write poems sometimes. I used to ask people to say the first word that popped into their head, and then I'd make a poem out of it. But poems are more complicated for expressing ideas. I'll settle for Poptarts...I mean short stories.
If you'd like, you could suggest a story for me to write. I have too much time on my hands anyway, and focusing on one story for too long is impractical. Eventually, the original idea and mood of the story is entirely diluted. So please, suggest. Unless you're too lazy, I perfectly understand that. Why do you think I hate cake?
Everytimeyoutakeabreath,in,out,thousandsmorepeopledieworldwidefromvariouscauses,morethanyoucouldeverwritedown.In,out,dying,beingborn,thousandsuponthousandsuponmillions.
Isnt' it exciting? My heart's bleeding just thinking about it.
...wow, was that really the stuff spinning through my head a few months ago? Tha's pretty hardcore.
My soul isn't a cake anymore
It's more like a carved pumpkin, but I'll say no more.
I've finally started writing again, so there's a new story and a new poem up.
PLEASE, FEEL FREE TO BURN THEM LIKE ONE-LEGGED KITTENS
I MUST KNOW WHETHER i HAVE RUSTED OR TEMPERED
that is all, good folk
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