The dayball is blazing through the windows now. Its fierce light illuminates the shadowy recesses of my office and forces me to cower behind the beige walls of my cloth-box/veal-fattening pen/cubicle.
I am grateful for the 50 spf sunblock that covers every inch of exposed flesh upon my person.
I wonder if it will be enough.
The only thing that keeps me from vampirism is my love of garlic (and my preference for meat that's well-done instead of rare).
"The Apple Man" and Other Songs by a 3-year-old Lyricist
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Little kids love stories. When they learn they can make up their own
stories, magic can happen. It doesn't matter whether they make any sense,
because it...
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