(meta) Process

[mistersleepless]

Sometimes a first line occurs to you, and you just think, "....nah." But it won't go away. It oozes around the holes in my aged brain like a maggot. It simply will not piss off and leave you alone, no matter what you pour over it. And eventually that turns into a waste of whisky anyway. And I need to get this one out of my head. So you can have it.

"Fill me with your little robots," the schoolgirl trilled, exposing her clacking mechanical labia to me.

-- W