he... or it came forth from the depths through the portal of despair bearing a small black box. tied up all pretty with a glossy black bow. you stand on the dilapitated front porch waiting. you don't know why. but you are waiting. you see it now, gliding through the murk, no effort it's swirling robe around it, the stench coming from it it makes your stomach clench but still you wait, staring, your face emotionless it approches... as it holds out the box with one skeletal hand, you can just barely make out the words "yours and yours alone, your life, summerized" so, you take the box.. and pull the bow you take a deep breath and open the lid there is absolutly nothing there you scream, and all goes dark.
thank you, i appreciate your sincerity and would like to see you attempt any better. your just angry i told you you need a hug
no thank you, any taunts, puns, analogys,or, put downs you want to say will only just hurt me in ways only some 22 year old who lives on the moon can... but i appreciate the sentament.
