lithe best i would say to be my fave
this is a story about a girl named germaine with purple dyed hair and slightly insane she has a pet squirrel both rabid diseased his name is called foamy obviously.
Germaine dose spend time writing away pomes and stories and thing she would say most of it harsh and some of it cruel about how life sucks and its all due to u.
Germaine: its all your fault and u know it you filthy maggot filthy.
But this is the night that finds her most strange for she stares at a page with nothing to say.
Germaine: nothing to say? I fear this is true for the world is obnoxious and my squirrel is to.
Foamy: have u written anything yet? have you written anything yet? have you written anything yet?
so he stared and she stared at the page with no
Germaine: words out of ideas?
she thought this absurd for now was her time to have this you see the dreadful cold cures of a writing disease
writers block is an ill ness indeed there’s nothing inside of you not even a sneeze ideas that once poured from inside the brain come babbling out both boring and lame
Germaine: the night was dark ‘n’ stuff.
Foamy: that really sucks
ok that’s enough then stated the girl I refuse to write anything with insincere words I need inspiration the girl did agree replied the small squirrel
Foamy: I drank all your tea
she made her self coffee and sat on the floor staring at posters she had on the wall
Germaine: from Shakespeare to Doyle From Anne rice to Poe
To be as gifted as them I’d give up my sole
a proposition was made to strike up a deal but sadly enough satan didn’t appear
Germaine: crap!
Foamy: ha ha satan doesn’t want your soul!
Oh well
Germaine: I would do about anything to get rid of this cures I'd even dress up as a masochist nurse!!!
oddly enough her eye brows were raising for she kept a strange costume for just such occasions
well what’s this all about? the squirrel did think who puts on a costume when there minds on a blink if my attention was focused I might lend a hand now what was I saying? oh who gives a damn
she veiled herself thinly in the clothes she had mentioned raising her pen with no apprehension
Germaine: what better way to get one juices to flow by stabbing yourself and using your own
so over and over she stabbed herself cold plunging the pen as deep as it goes
with blood on her clothes and a smiles on her face foamy replied
Foamy: I’m leaving this place
Germaine: ooooo colors
but it came to her in this much dizzy state this small act of violence had opened the gate
now placing her pen to the paper stained red she wrote of disease nurses and death
she started it off “I’m a girl named germaine with purple dyed hair and slightly insane” and on on and on it went more and eventually end neurotically yours
Foamy: HEY!!! Did you move the TV guide!?!?!