It's only a matter of time before my stomach acid makes it's way up my small and big intestine and seep behind my eyes and into my brain. Sizzling every bad thought I've ever had, every bad memory, every negative temptation or urge I've had slithering around under the fluffed creases of my intelligent organ. I've been dangling upside down for some time now, letting the stomach acid of mine pop like oil in a pan and hit my heart, stinging the muscle a couple times. My head feels like a water balloon, I feel the acid rushing through the maze of my organs, melting every obstacle. It's now fizzling every braincell of mine, quick. Goodnight.
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Crackhead Imagines
HumorI write these based off conversations or pictures my friends send me and they make me laugh so unnecessarily hard and loud I almost pee my pants every time. Anyways thanks for your time.
