Even if Greg didn't keep having sex with Steven it's hella weird, imaging their interaction like
Greg: Hey Schtewbal, my little buddy, my little guy, want to know something kind of funny? My dick was in your moms asshole, and now, your moms asshole is YOUR asshole, so in a way it's kind of like my...eh....*Pearl is glaring at Greg*
Fiction/Fantasy
A: I need to get my power back.
B: How?
A: I need to kill a bad person.
The wind was the only sound for a moment.
B: You think that will help?
A: I do.
Another silence, but not as long
B: Alright, I know someone.
A: Who?
B: You don't know him, he was a friend of your fathers.
A: What did he do.
B: He raped me.
A examined B for a moment to check for any insincerity and found none
A: Where is he?
B: I don't know, but I can find him.
Momentarily A pauses
A: You can't go asking around for him if I'm going to kill him.
B: I won't have to ask anyone anything, he always goes to the same bar.
A: And no one knows you know this?
B: No one knows I exist.
The question was not answered, A stared, waiting patiently
B: Everybody knows he goes to the bar, I'm not special.
A: But do people know you know?
B: My girlfriend, I talked to her about it years ago.
A: And have you talked to her about it recently?
B: Define recently.
A: Last 3 years.
B: No. Not recently.
A: Then I can help you, for helping me. Thankyou.
A leans forward, embracing B, he cries and gently kisses her forhead.
A: Thankyou, I have a job to do, I need to do it, they took that from me, but you're giving it back, you're giving me my life back, and I will give you justice. I will give you your life back.
B never saw A again after that, but the man stopped showing up at the bar. No one ever saw him again either. Later, much later, B started getting mail, no return address, it was always cash, old cash, and she knew it was him, and she knew he was grateful, he wanted a purpose, and she gave him one, he could feel strong again, and he could walk the world once more now knowing that he was not weak. Where he went, and what he did, is still a mystery, but we know there are stories about men, or a man, who would show up in slums, without reason, without call, and they set things right. Maybe it's him, maybe it's just others who got sick of the shit too, but B still gets those letters, and she knows he found peace somewhere out there in his own way.
Rap
Put yo girl in a wheelchair
Fucked her bare
Put your son in a wheelchair
Fucked him bare
Put your daughter in a wheelchair
Fucked her bare
Put yo grandma in a wheelchair
Fucked her bare
Put yo gramps in a wheelchair
Fucked him bare
I AIN'T EVEN STARTED YET
THIS ONLY PART OF MY SET
NEXT I DID YO BEST FREN CHET
CLAPPED THEM CHEEKS WANNA BET
Sad song by me
I get it
I'm not cool
I say racist things
I'm insensitive
I'm a fool
I'm a dingaling
I bet you want to punch me
But you should punch yourself
Because I'm not the bad guy
It's that I have bad mental health
You like to preach so much
About acceptance and such
But the moment someone with tourette's
Enters onto the scene
Through text on your screen
All you do is give up on your best
You stop all your empathy
You fail the test
When it is someone like me
Someone who can't shut the fuck up
You think I don't like you but I do
And that's why it so much fucks me up
When you ignore, or say I'm a bore
Because I think you're so interesting
I am engrossed
but you think I'm gross
and that is why I'm resting
my
heart
hurts....
dinkles and/or bergs
d-d-d-dinkelberg
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Project ended.
Project status: Failure
Debrief complete.