Life Outside PLT1

Isn’t she lovely…

… Isn’t she wonderful
Isn’t she precious
Less than one minute old
I never thought through love we’d be
Making one as lovely as she
But isn’t she lovely made from love

SON OF WANG 8: I’m drunk and writing this on the spot wihtout any forethrought

Continuing on from where i was that then; the parking lot was so wide in my vision it would almost seem as though the world was widening. It was so wide that when it sits around the house it literally sits around the house; but it’s the world i’m talking about so that makes it okay.

I popped a mint into my mouth and began crunching on the hard tablet; so impatient I was to enjoy the flavour explosion, but that’s besides the point at hand. I have to track down my father.

I took off down the road as briskly as I could, knowing my father and his crackhead-like store of physical energy, I would have to go steadily, not at a sprint. I followed the ever widening space between drops of blood away from the sunset; or was it that the sunset was moving away from me? I don’t care and neither should you. As I continued along at my ever more desperate pace my long john became manlier and manlier. I feared that soon it would overwhelm my being and I would become nothing more than a massive dick, but I digress.

I was becoming tired continuing down the road and across the street until I came to the place where gay people meet; they saw my giant rocket and wouldn’t you know, they became frightened as cats and buried their heads in the snow.

The end.

Or is it?

No it’s not

Rolling, Wine, and Magical Glowing Balls.