By Sawyer Johnson
Cheesy booger watch!
Bottle of fermented formaldehyde, from Finland. Ovid, devil, coincidence? Dave
from down the street. I wish to acquaint your facial features with a
fundamental object used in building walls. I should have just said I want to
hit you with a fucking brick. No matter. Pitter patter. Find the golden
treasure. Run bitch run! You ain’t father to no gingerbread man. Flab bab gibba
hab dab on them haters. Nyesh. Evolve motherfucker! And dead poets are good
poets.
Sawyer Johnson is a
26-year-old student at Illinois Central College. He is a writer who enjoys
writing silly and strange pieces of writing and reading equally strange
stories.