"So this is what it's like being in one of your stories huh?" my mom said as she searched around my literary room, cleaning up the clutter scattered about the floor and on the coffee table.
"Yup, pretty boring right?"
I replied trailing her around throwing everything she picked up back where it came from,
"Well, what do you do in these stories?"
I thought back to Fidget sailing towards the sky, and poor Stacy, possibly still lying behind a McDonald's counter in a puddle of fish filets, crap, and her own tears.
"I usually just try and be funny?"
"Well who reads them?,"
she asked opening my porno draw which I luckily wrote out the night before,
"I'm not sure anyone does actually, I've been trying to get some hatemail, but it's just not coming,"
"well something better happen soon, or this is gonna get boring."
"yeah I know... something... how you been feeling lately?"
"I've been fine," she replied looking around at the dirt on the literary walls.
I picked up the bamboo stick I left behind my bed, and slid it behind my back, as I walked around my mother, "didn't you go to the doctor recently? What did he say?"
my mother turned to me slowly and replied, "It's nothing major, just a lack of calcium,"
I dropped the bamboo stick to the floor and began to walk away from this dead end story, when she stopped me at the door,
"So how's yer stomach doing?"
"not bad," I said, "It's just an ulcer,"
my mom stepped towards me slowly, straightening up along the way, "I thought it was colitis, isn't that what the Doctor said?"
"well yeah, but he's not sure abou," my mom went to clean up some garbage off the floor, and before I knew it,
she was sailing upwards with the bamboostick in her hand, knocking me upside the jaw and sending me sailing into my wall
"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT MAKING FUN OF RETARDS?"
she started slappin me back and forth with the stick, knocking out blood and teeth onto the walls, looking like a modern painting.
She grabbed my bottom jaw and gave it a sharp tug, unhinging it and sending me sailing to the floor, "you see what happens?"
she spit on me straight in face and walked out the door,
"and clean this shit up," she screamed on her way out.
"Yup, pretty boring right?"
I replied trailing her around throwing everything she picked up back where it came from,
"Well, what do you do in these stories?"
I thought back to Fidget sailing towards the sky, and poor Stacy, possibly still lying behind a McDonald's counter in a puddle of fish filets, crap, and her own tears.
"I usually just try and be funny?"
"Well who reads them?,"
she asked opening my porno draw which I luckily wrote out the night before,
"I'm not sure anyone does actually, I've been trying to get some hatemail, but it's just not coming,"
"well something better happen soon, or this is gonna get boring."
"yeah I know... something... how you been feeling lately?"
"I've been fine," she replied looking around at the dirt on the literary walls.
I picked up the bamboo stick I left behind my bed, and slid it behind my back, as I walked around my mother, "didn't you go to the doctor recently? What did he say?"
my mother turned to me slowly and replied, "It's nothing major, just a lack of calcium,"
I dropped the bamboo stick to the floor and began to walk away from this dead end story, when she stopped me at the door,
"So how's yer stomach doing?"
"not bad," I said, "It's just an ulcer,"
my mom stepped towards me slowly, straightening up along the way, "I thought it was colitis, isn't that what the Doctor said?"
"well yeah, but he's not sure abou," my mom went to clean up some garbage off the floor, and before I knew it,
she was sailing upwards with the bamboostick in her hand, knocking me upside the jaw and sending me sailing into my wall
"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT MAKING FUN OF RETARDS?"
she started slappin me back and forth with the stick, knocking out blood and teeth onto the walls, looking like a modern painting.
She grabbed my bottom jaw and gave it a sharp tug, unhinging it and sending me sailing to the floor, "you see what happens?"
she spit on me straight in face and walked out the door,
"and clean this shit up," she screamed on her way out.
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