min-pathologica
𝒢𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒...
𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊...
𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑒𝒹𝑔𝑒𝓈...
𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈...
Femberto sat on a park bench, watching the rain fall onto his transparent strawberry umbrella. He sighed. His date, Masculuca, still had not shown up. As he smoothed out his pink layered mini skirt, he spotted something thick and green in the corner of his vision.
(don't be fooled by me taking the writing seriously, this is still satire / an experiment)