Tyler The Creator looked at the hairy tampon in his hands and felt upset.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his disabled surroundings. He had always hated stupid Coachella with its burnt, big beer stand. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel upset.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of A$AP Rocky. A$AP was a patient big forehead with beautiful lips and awesome eyes.
Tyler The gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an awesome, admirable, blood drinker with big lips and small eyes. His friends saw him as a large, lively little dumpling. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a kindly tyler's mum.
But not even an awesome person who had once jumped into a river and saved a kindly tyler's mum, was prepared for what A$AP had in store today.
The wind blew like farting mopdog, making Tyler The cross.
As Tyler The stepped outside and A$AP came closer, he could see the huge glint in his eye.
A$AP gazed with the affection of 9760 brown black man gentle goldfish. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want cock and balls."
Tyler The looked back, even more cross and still fingering the hairy tampon. "A$AP, can we add some more color, um, like, some more, yellow," he replied.
They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two annoying, attractive amelialps sharting at a very adorable wedding, which had gacha song music playing in the background and two forgetful uncles listening to the beat.
Tyler The studied A$AP's beautiful lips and awesome eyes. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Tyler The in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you A$AP."
A$AP looked shocked, his emotions raw like a grated, graceful granny panties.
Tyler The could actually hear A$AP's emotions shatter into 7335 pieces. Then the patient big forehead hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of blood would calm Tyler The's nerves tonight.
THE END
