Once upon a time
a voyeur crow
was watching some
water sprinklers in
rubber-storage facilities
which had dolls
in kinky positions
hanging in the
toilet's sink, then
he flew to
another storage facility
of forbidden books
that were forbidden
to be written
and then erased,
so the curse
is a website
with broken links
and flooded sinks
of binary souls
and scripted trolls.
The crow shitted,
the shit splitted
and fertilized cassettes
of home-made
ragtime demos. Then
bananas started raining,
books began slaying
genetically modified corn
that rebelled because
tests on living
stones, being against
bricks in the
popcorn religion of
yoko yogurt eaters
that killed actimel
like strange fluids
upon cheese temples.
A rubber-slave
shot the crow
and made barbecue
from omgwtf recepit
of his mother's
brother of cousin's
uncle's aunt of
sister-in-law's
grandfather's sister's brother's
baby dog's veterinary's
concubine's Indian foreteller
which was himself,
and he was
eager to try
not to be
like his future
told he was.
Horrified, he jumped
in the ground.
A rope fell
and rose instantly
disappearing into the
abysmal disappearance place.
THE END.
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