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I'm an Good Person
I'm an Good Person (excerpt)
Chapter Three
I punched that squid in the face.
It deserved it.. or maybe not. I think it called me a racist term. But it was racist against Jewish people, and I'm not Jewish. But it still made me feel anger. It filled my belly with rage.
I don't frequent the ocean, but this was no ordinary Tuesday. I entered the tepid waves with a bravery I didn't know I needed to ascertain.
The first part of Ascertain sounds like ass. Noice.
The wet sharks swarmed around me immediately but I ignored them, and it caused their confidence to wane. Eclectic eels full of electrical feels wrapped around my buxom legs.
You know how all whales are bitches? It's common knowledge so I don't mean to meander or waste prose, but they piss out of their heads. I had to put a stop to the madness. I can bench like 750 bro! I can fight whales! I'm buff. Ask your girlfriend or wife or boyfriend or roommate you're banging behind their mates back to come over to your phone real quick. Look at my profile pic. Tell them to look at it.
I'm buff. Right?
Right?!
After I edited the Pacific the water police were waiting for me..
someone had alerted those wet fuzz about my proclivities. Snitches get stitches so I assume it was the guy with stitches on his knees standing nearby holding his skateboard like a piece of shit.
I made a mental note to cause him a rueful day sometime later on the calendar.
I kicked the first coppa in his gonads with a backflip capoeira move, before lifting the second and forth officer into a belly to back suplex with a twisting jerking motion.
Thier necks were so kaputz I didn't even look at them when I peed on thier backs. I looked at seagulls. And I hate seagulls. I hope bad things happen to people who like seagulls. Like disease and a pox on their homestead.
Backup sounded near so I made my slow retreat. I could easily slay way more fools, I could smash asteroid matter into dust with the ozone of my strength and angst. I don't feel like it tho.
A stray teenager was walking by and he was on his phone so I threw him and it through the window of a sunglass hut. The owner or manager smelled like icy hot and he applauded my actions but I don't care.. so I broke his anus bone with my middle knuckles.
Chapter 8
Mind you.. a man
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Chapter Three
I punched that squid in the face.
It deserved it.. or maybe not. I think it called me a racist term. But it was racist against Jewish people, and I'm not Jewish. But it still made me feel anger. It filled my belly with rage.
I don't frequent the ocean, but this was no ordinary Tuesday. I entered the tepid waves with a bravery I didn't know I needed to ascertain.
The first part of Ascertain sounds like ass. Noice.
The wet sharks swarmed around me immediately but I ignored them, and it caused their confidence to wane. Eclectic eels full of electrical feels wrapped around my buxom legs.
You know how all whales are bitches? It's common knowledge so I don't mean to meander or waste prose, but they piss out of their heads. I had to put a stop to the madness. I can bench like 750 bro! I can fight whales! I'm buff. Ask your girlfriend or wife or boyfriend or roommate you're banging behind their mates back to come over to your phone real quick. Look at my profile pic. Tell them to look at it.
I'm buff. Right?
Right?!
After I edited the Pacific the water police were waiting for me..
someone had alerted those wet fuzz about my proclivities. Snitches get stitches so I assume it was the guy with stitches on his knees standing nearby holding his skateboard like a piece of shit.
I made a mental note to cause him a rueful day sometime later on the calendar.
I kicked the first coppa in his gonads with a backflip capoeira move, before lifting the second and forth officer into a belly to back suplex with a twisting jerking motion.
Thier necks were so kaputz I didn't even look at them when I peed on thier backs. I looked at seagulls. And I hate seagulls. I hope bad things happen to people who like seagulls. Like disease and a pox on their homestead.
Backup sounded near so I made my slow retreat. I could easily slay way more fools, I could smash asteroid matter into dust with the ozone of my strength and angst. I don't feel like it tho.
A stray teenager was walking by and he was on his phone so I threw him and it through the window of a sunglass hut. The owner or manager smelled like icy hot and he applauded my actions but I don't care.. so I broke his anus bone with my middle knuckles.
Chapter 8
Mind you.. a man
© All Rights Reserved
