The sun rose across the horizon, casting little speckles of orange and red across the land. I sat in my dorm glancing from left to right watching as the sun made its way further into the sky. They called me Pablo, I was in other words a handsome man with a wonderful name such as that. The day was a new and I wanted to see my Rosie, she was the bane of my existence and yet I yearned for her. I longed for her touch and to see her smile, but alas... she was nothing more than a figment of my imagination. When you are as lonely as me you become creative in the sense of writing and drawing. If you are wondering, I could show you my art... But it may be a little too much for someone to just see. So pay up. Now. Give me your life savings to see this master piece.
I show you my work and you look at me with dejected eyes, my heart pounds. Why? Why are you looking at me like that. Stop please, I poured my soul into this, more than I poured my soul into the blowup doll by my bedside. Wait, why am I telling you this. YOU WOULD NEVER UNDERSTAND TRUE ART. I am the truest artist of all, me and my blowup doll do not need you. Begone.
I am hurt by the way you looked at me and now I cannot stop thinking about your face and how you were disgusted with me, maybe some Hyperpop will make me feel better. No it will not, I lied. Saddened by the way you made me feel I blow up my blow up doll, my breath hot and heavy on the member attached the to the plastic. I bite it, but too hard, causing it to bust off. Now I am alone. I am always alone, I am sorry Rosie.
Forgive me.
