[WARNING: R-18 THEMED. NSFW]
I have insect bites. Two on one arm, five on the other, one on my right calf, two on one inner leg, and one somewhere on my back. Bad thing is I don't know what bit me so self-medicating has only left me feeling more desperate after trying about five different remedies including drenching the blasted bloated fucks with ammonia. In fact, I'm so desperate that I'd try anything to make me forget my discomfort, say talk to a dog and imagine him responding intellectually to my otherwise pathetic take at an engaging convo perhaps.
----------------I sit by the gutter, foot on someone else’s spit, along a busy national road, feeling sucky at not knowing what to do with the P150,001 I just won off a sponsored
Dance Dance Revolution SuperNOVA2 contest, besting 57 hopefuls, 98% of which are 12-14 year olds. I take a deep breath and almost instantly let out a wheezing cough. There must have been 23 big trucks all going in slug-pace in front of me, all belching varying amounts of thick smoke as dark as Lindt's 85% cocoa dark chocolate variant.
I regain my composure, took out a kerchief, and wiped specks of tiny snot off my mouth. Almost on instinct, I reach inside my shirt's breast pocket and took out a now-furry, brown-colored gummy bear. I dab off tiny cotton shavings from its squishy-cute and booger-like textured body before biting off its head. I have a thing with decapitating gummys. It gives me a giddy feeling in my armpits. Yellow gummi, not brown, I just realized. Whatta dummy.
In calculated silence, it made its way towards me like a majestic lion, sure of its stride like creeping twilight.
“Hello, old chap!”
“Hi, dog.”
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