Actually, I
lied. It won't be a ghost story. It will be a
cake story, sorry! But—it's also about me.
I was a
cake once. A dangerous
lunatic cake, that is. I loved wandering around and
burning my cakey brothers to
ashes and feed them to
mice. I was collecting my spongy comrades'
limbs. While doing that, I was asking them to sing a
little tune and recording it on
magnetic tape, so I also had such an impressive collection too. I was doing okay until once I wandered to one
city which was not appear in my map—much to my miserable biscuit
perdition. In an instance,
wild cakes,
pies,
brownies,
and muffins and surrounded me, grabbed me and led me to their
cake lord. He was
old and wise (actually dumb as heck,
duh). So he
drove me to a “
wild party” (but really it was some
sad confectionery) where they
extracted all the spicy hot sweetness out of me. Since then I'm a ttly good kittyzen and
no one fears me, but I feel like a
stale crusty zombie bound to serve as a
clerk. All I'm
dreaming of from then is to get enough sugar crumbs to
get the new filling and
return to buznus. It's sad. I'm sad. How did this happen?
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but you could just... t h i s
This guy actually
knows something about it, ha-ha
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That's especially cool considering how genuine and right down to business at his latest
gigs he is
over time i began to hate those tracks that were on my alarm clock
Maybe that's why I only use vibration mode for alarms? Still, it was fun to wake up over a some
haunting melody
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