this is what boredom gets you into..
As a change of pace in my rather dull and inconsequential life, I had taken up conversing with a glass of milk. The amount of wisdom that mammary glad excretions are capable of dispensing was to say in the least, staggering. The knowledge obtained from my new acquaintance had given me great fortune and immense power. Then… it started telling me things. Things that were not possible. Horridly immoral things. THINGS THAT SHOULD NOT EXIST. Things were never the same. I made a choice. I buried the shattered and stained pieces of glass in my lawn…
I now enjoy the company of a hunk of cheese, who has proven to be a more “solid” companion. However, there are times when I glance at the shelf over the fireplace, look at a picture of my beloved glass of milk, and think…
I now enjoy the company of a hunk of cheese, who has proven to be a more “solid” companion. However, there are times when I glance at the shelf over the fireplace, look at a picture of my beloved glass of milk, and think…