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There is a boy, sitting in the dark, watching the light of the wasp woman.
He is drinking from an albino man claiming to be from russia.
He is wearing the long hair of another man, eventually it will stick to him.
The cream is still cold, but it is getting warmer sitting on the blue carpet.
How do people speak & release objects?
He is now wearing, over his robe, a coat made of chocolate.
He does not taste it; he wears the jacket melting on his 2nd flesh, & it seeps.
It has a tounge for a tail, & it is split, tho sewn together at the end; like lizard men taking initiative attacking a raft in their home river, but it can take minutes for them to move at all.
I never much liked jello.
I also ate popcorn & pumpkin seeds, cocktail sauce & crab, chicken & crutons.
He has a feeling of another person; a golem; unmade, & he hears the alluring screetches of a humonculous; unloved, & his scrolls tell the places, spaces, & occasions of tomes, & the tomes are large.
I wish i could cast teleport; polymorph; last resort.
I can, but maybe i dont. i dunno. maybe something else.
So divine me something; easily done. my book i keep on me, it has a few spells i spose.
Since the fireball mishap, i wear lotion.
I also watch runaway chillcouple mutants.
The things i touch are with hand & feet, tounge & cheek, arm & teat.
Inside that jacket was this parchment. wand is a dumb thing for pen.
There are dirty warriors & outside dark. i dunno. 
I have a pillow in my ears.
She says "lemme guess; itsabout elephants & apes, playing with dolls & chimpanzees."
Then he answers; kinda.

This story was titled 
bazooka
then again, i feel like i dont really know anything