j/k?
i dreamt last night that i was 5' 10" and dressed like bjork going to a rave in heaven, full of feathers and rainbows. instead, i poured some plum juice in a baby bottle and went to a gothic night club. all the fat goths and skinny goths mocked me for my gregarious use of color and called me names like "candy ass". in return i lifted my skirt and peed jelly beans on them. i was much cause of uproar in this macabre sea of black, and was making the goths rather uncomfortable with my exuberant nature. as soon as i begun dancing to their industrial music, in a most happy manner, the beat slowly morphed into every abba song ever produced. soon, the goths were closing in on me. i was ruining their awful time! i knew as soon as they got me, i'd be done for, and that they'd make me dye my hair black and wear cheap pvc clothing and monster boots.
there was a swarm of them upon me, ripping off my ruffles and feathers. some of them were eating my glowsticks as to completely consume every foreign bit of brightness. i wasn't scared though, i was giggling. their prodding pale fingers tickled! when they had me almost entirely stripped and looking rather dismantled, i ripped my face off which had just been a mask this entire time. to their surprise and horror i was really marilyn manson! they had just destroyed their most favorite gothy idol. i made a scornful face at them. look at what you've done to me cretans! you've failed my gothy tolerance test! i screamed. the fat goths started crying big, fat gothy tears, and the skinny goths cried skinny little gothy tears. i hadn't ruined their awful time, i had made it more awful! some of the poser goths looked for sharp objects in which to cut themselves with. being marilyn manson, i just laughed at all of them, for an awkwardly long time. many of them flung themselves at my feet begging me for mercy. i scoffed in their little gothy faces and one asked what they could do to make it up to me. i had just the right idea!
i made them all square dance to mariah carey! and as they did little rainbow flowers grew up out of their gothy heads.
the end!
there was a swarm of them upon me, ripping off my ruffles and feathers. some of them were eating my glowsticks as to completely consume every foreign bit of brightness. i wasn't scared though, i was giggling. their prodding pale fingers tickled! when they had me almost entirely stripped and looking rather dismantled, i ripped my face off which had just been a mask this entire time. to their surprise and horror i was really marilyn manson! they had just destroyed their most favorite gothy idol. i made a scornful face at them. look at what you've done to me cretans! you've failed my gothy tolerance test! i screamed. the fat goths started crying big, fat gothy tears, and the skinny goths cried skinny little gothy tears. i hadn't ruined their awful time, i had made it more awful! some of the poser goths looked for sharp objects in which to cut themselves with. being marilyn manson, i just laughed at all of them, for an awkwardly long time. many of them flung themselves at my feet begging me for mercy. i scoffed in their little gothy faces and one asked what they could do to make it up to me. i had just the right idea!
i made them all square dance to mariah carey! and as they did little rainbow flowers grew up out of their gothy heads.
the end!