Cocksplatt1's Monologue
Creator give. Eat, bow. Live, life. Life gah. Creator drown bow neighbour, bow deesh.
by b.h. fein
Whippna choba darg! hee hee. Go dis room. Fro. Geel wife, peepee. Bah! zo cute. Son, cocksplatt2, outside by pool. Wee! life gah. Other sons, 3, 4, disappear. Neeshga worry! ahh! wompf. Creator give. Eat, bow. Live, life. Life gah. Creator drown bow neighbour, bow deesh. Ice cream! job bum bum. Dis room now. TV! neeshga, frob. Uhhh…! outside. Cut grass. Ha ha! grass gone. Deesh creator hate bow? go poof now. Fredishay games. Deesh eset real man last life. Glug. Glug. Water. Upstairs now. Last time, doors gone. Active stoves. Creator angry. Bow only survive. Dart board poof! bum bum!! man so in last life… man es uhm? Bow want read Baudrillard. Bow want read Foucault. deleuze. Marx. Aey hooba would it morpher to geel the earth's widest oceans, its grandest treasures? behold its most forbidden fruits? not xor set to the whims of a mouse aey keyboard? but downloaded. Stuck. Wee! hope same happen to creator. Oop! new nooboo arrive, cockplatt5. Make have bum bum time with wife again. Fire? fire? fire! again? Wee! Life is gah.
b. h. fein (it's/complicated) is not fine.
