"Why do you sound like that?" the little girl asked.
I stared at her, her little shorts and frizzy hair. I ran my eyes over her dark skin and then connected our gazes.
"Like what?" I asked.
"You sound....girly." she said.
"Huh?"
"Why do you sound gay?"
"I'm not gay..." I groaned.
"Then why do you sound like that?"
I glared at her.
I could hear a little mental clock in my head click as seconds slipped by.
"Well," I said "Why do you sound white?"
Her mouth dropped.
I smiled.
"Well...I'm not gay, so ha!" she said "I'm better!"
"Whoa whoa whoa! I am not gay. I simply have a boyfriend!" I exclaimed.
Her eyes widened, then she laughed. "You gay ass fag!"
"You know how stupid you sound when you say that? That's like me yelling 'book' at someone. You looked like you have tourettes. Seriously. And you sound stupid, cause your really saying 'You happy donkey cigarette!'" I said.
She crossed her arms.
"What ever." she said. "What the fuck is it like being a big rainbow?" she giggled.
"For one", I said. "Your, like, ten. Don't cuss. And two: It's actually kinda nice."














Comments
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Maybe it was envy
That made the cat
Kill the butterfly.
yes.
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We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.
Shall we put the little girl in the bitch blender?
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Happiness is a curtain of surreality that people fall in love with because Despair broke their hearts too many times
I wanted to turn into a vegetarian, but then I heard it made you a sparkly faggot
YES!
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We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.
Damn, the bitch blender is gettin' fuuuull.
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Happiness is a curtain of surreality that people fall in love with because Despair broke their hearts too many times
I wanted to turn into a vegetarian, but then I heard it made you a sparkly faggot
(:
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We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.
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1 peter 4:16- But it is no shame to suffer for being a christian. Praise God for the Privilage of being called by his wonderful name! I am not ashamed to be who I am! Praise God for this world, and to be living! Jesus freaks ROCK!!
mhm.
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We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.
Where the fuck have I been?!
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"For my heart and his body, This house is a home. With bones to protect him, Never lead him to roam. With sweet song to open, These ribs as a door. And let him have no home, Near my heart evermore." -Bizenghast, vol. 1
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