flightless black and white antartic bird

[paraluman_]

the penguin, i found, scars easily. i've been forced, rather reluctantly, to retire it its bed-companion duties. i was hoping i'd be able to make it fly. i guess, i'll have to give up that project too. i washed it (by hand, even) in an attempt at preservation, i think. it smells like fabric softener now.

lately, i find myself wondering what penguins are made of. but, really, i haven't the heart (or the nerve, for that matter) to try and find out.

well tonight i'm off to the playground. tonight i'm a failed scheherezade. next week i get back my life.