FAIRY STORY
Anon
once upon a fucking time, there was a blind and stupid boy. he lived in a maze-type-thing, he wasn't put there by his parents or by society. he heard FYUZ by add n to (X) and impossible things #2 by looper on repeat loop all day. occasionally the darkness and quietness relaxed the boy but soon the feeling of joy at life passed. it was very dark and he, sol, would blunder his way about. he never got anywhere because there was no where to go. there were no gates or exits. he knew this, but being the dumb cunt that he is, he just wanders about counting spiders. one day some soil fell on his ugly face, for the maze was underground. it then fell on his ugly torso before meagerly covering his ugly feet. he then saw a wondrous sight - the stars and a person in the stars. the person was really on the ground above and some grass fell from there hair onto sol's cheek. he couldn't get this image and everything out of his mind. he wanted things. he was too young to be in love, or even know (compared to adults) what love is. he dint want a hi-fi. he dint want to get a packet of cigarettes and cheap cider and shag samantha in the car. he couldn't get this vision of everything out of his mind. he wanted stuff. he had cancer. and knew that there is no cure for cancer. all he wanted , he couldn't have. he was permanently excluded and removed from the sole reason he lived . he dint want a hi fi. he don't want a fucking television. he dint want fucking surround sound. he dint want a fucking car. he dint want a fucking house. he dint want a fucking sweet. he didn't want a fucking education. he didn't want a fucking rapid fucking ascent career. he didn't want silicon implants. he dint want a fucking pub. he dint want a new fucking drive. He dint want a fucking pine fresh smell. he dint want a fucking aromatherapy boxed set. he dint want fucking wings, he knew fairies had them. he dint want a fucking apple corer. he dint want a fucking red bulb. he dint want a fucking orange curtain,. he dint want a fucking trip to fucking Blackpool.
The cancer will be fatal. he will die. he will die , alone, in the dark, faintly whimpering. he got out a rolled up sheet of A4 and put it inside a rolled up sheet of newspaper. he doused leisurely the apple in lighter fluid. he carved out his voice box with a cut throat razor he found in the bathroom. he placed the apple into the paper contraption. he was fevered. he had a permanent expulsion from light. he held up the paper thing. and shouted ''GOD FORGIVE ME FOR WHAT I AM ABOUT TO DO, GOD FORGIVE ME FOR THE SIN I AM ABOUT TO COMMIT, GOD FORGIVE ME FOR THE THINGS I HAVE SAID, GOD FORGIVE ME FOR THE THINGS I HAVEN'T SAID, GOD FORGIVE ME FOR THE THINGS I HAVE DONE, GOD FORGIVE ME FOR THE THINGS I HAVEN'T DONE, GOD FORGIVE ME FOR THE TROUBLE I HAVE/WILL CAUSE/ED.................. .......................................................goodbye'' and he pulled out a 12 sided dice. or die. fuck you.