I first met him when I was a little boy. We enjoyed the sound of each others voices. I tried to make it seem like I wasn't gay, but I could see how others would think that. We assaulted many castles and built many bridges that day, but one day the winds came and tested our relationship. A black cat named Charlie crept up from the desert to sabotage Sgt. Goshin's pudding, but I dove through the sycamores to unleash the savage brown worm that squirreled and even squiggled through a pile of debris that was designed to coagulate and confuse. Welcome back to reality. Today, we memorized the portraits of men and women, analyzed and de-vitalized until there was but a fine, crispy morsel of purest origin. De-classified documents even contain valid records of giant wasps dropping loads of pollen onto flowers of his design, creating the awesome need of predatory instinct.
