#250 - Write page 57 of your 300-page autobiography. - (theatrical_muse)
so Gus and I took a plastic bag, the food processor and Mom's acid cream jars to mix a potion strong enough to save mankind from the deadly menace. At least we thought so, until the solid blob started making unholy, screeching noises, the bag with its contents growing, swelling over the Flames of Hell which we had summoned over our stove. It threw us for a loop of sheer, alchemic terror. We simply could not believe we had failed! What had we done wrong? Had we been too careless, too callow? Too blue-eyed about powers our young minds were not yet able to grasp? Had we just unleashed an even bigger threat upon humanity?
And how should we battle the evil forces without the pentacle of Estee Lauder?
As soon as we realized our shocking mistake we got a candle and tried to seal the first deadly wounds in the plastic fabric of our banning hex. Up to this day I do not know what happened then. We must have done something wrong with the magic seal we dropped on the bulging bizarreness, because as soon as the wax hit the thin fabric, the only thing separating us from the evil forces of hissing, gurgling demons, the barrier was torn apart like a teenage magazine in a puberty tantrum because they just posted yet another photo love story where your idol gets to make out with some unknown, ugly nobody.
The Charged Energy of Chaos and Destruction exploded, all over the
Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 252
And how should we battle the evil forces without the pentacle of Estee Lauder?
As soon as we realized our shocking mistake we got a candle and tried to seal the first deadly wounds in the plastic fabric of our banning hex. Up to this day I do not know what happened then. We must have done something wrong with the magic seal we dropped on the bulging bizarreness, because as soon as the wax hit the thin fabric, the only thing separating us from the evil forces of hissing, gurgling demons, the barrier was torn apart like a teenage magazine in a puberty tantrum because they just posted yet another photo love story where your idol gets to make out with some unknown, ugly nobody.
The Charged Energy of Chaos and Destruction exploded, all over the
Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 252