moral of the story,
I am down bad for Albert flamingo
in fact I am so down bad that the floor has broken.
I am falling out the bottom of the earth and crashing through the ozone layer,
I am falling through space and into another universe,
I am falling through this universe and into a black hole.
I will then die and fall into hell where I will then continue to fall through the 7th circle,
Eventually I will fall into nothingness and continue to fall until I reach the control panel where I will then turn off gravity only to realize that I am so down bad it won't work.
From there I will continue to fall and see a universe of all the things that people have lost over time, seeing all of the missing socks and quickly realizing that God is a hoarder.
Scoffing and quietly murmuring some profanity as I continue to fall into the grim reaper's office where I will quickly wave and continue on falling into the next stage.
Giving a quick glance at all the pink fluffy clouds, I will then gasp in shock and horror as I realize I am in my own brain and will eventually reach the dark side.
A few minutes will pass and it will only get darker, I will then gasp in horror as I realize that the entirety of this part is Albert Flamingo and every little scenario I have thought up about him.
Seeing this will only make me fall harder in a never ending loop of longing and lust.
This part of my brain will last forever, as with every picture and scenario passes by, I will think of more, and only fall harder.
-Jakefrom_State-Farm
Thursday, April 7th, 2022.