July 11, 2024
I woke up at about 5:30 am. I was still quite messed up from the change in time. I also seemed to have a mild cold.
I didn’t feel sick, but my nose was running and I kept sneezing. Dad thought it was something to do with the building.
He said that people had left reviews saying they’d also sneezed during their stay. It could be something to do with the ceiling, which was like sacks of straw or sticks.
Dad was working from home. He was doing his phone calls with his clients. I went out by myself and explored.
I took my camera with me and got some nice videos. I’ll use them for a music video at some point. I have so many videos from my travels.
I felt pretty safe walking around the city. I thought that it might be sketchy to walk around with my expensive camera. I never felt threatened.
My burn is stronger than his. I can light whole sections of the sky on fire. It is so strange.
The father of my son was enamoured. He sat in his rocking chair. He smoked a fat blunt. His cheeks were rosy like a crab “Do it again!” He cheered.
I concentrated on a piece of darkness. I expanded a silver diamond until it was the size of the sun. Then I collapsed all of the particles into a point the size of my dick hole. It felt so cool.
The sky turned a bright neon pink. The leaves of the trees lit up with light. The river began to fizz like soda.
The cars screeched to a halt. The drivers stood atop their roofs. They clapped and cheered with delight.
I spoke with my doctor. He told me that I’ve exceeded all of the provinces learning milestones. I’m destined to be a male nurse.
I will talk to the Gods of Greece and see if they can arrange for me a stunning bride. She will be the perfect fit for my materialistic experience on earth.
I climbed the hills of the Indian forest. I passed many orange tigers. I was afraid of being eaten.
My law professor had left me with detailed instructions on accessing the shrine. I followed his map diligently.
I came across a glowing ball of light. It hovered about a foot above the ferns.
“Are you conscious?” I whispered. The ball began to rotate clock-wise. Then it shot up above the canopy of the forest. I shat my pants in surprise.
I bathed myself in a babbling brook. I enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my cleansed skin.
I lay on some rocks and napped for what seemed like hours. I dreamt of hollow boulders with little elves inside.
“Have you been to the shop yet?” Asked mother elf.
“I haven’t gone yet,” replied her eldest youth. “Let me finish reading my scroll.”
“We won’t have time to eat and bathe! We need to be at the hill in 40 minutes!”
“I’m not finished!” Screamed the youth. “I’m not your peasant! Leave me be!”
Mother elf threw her pot of beans to the floor. It smashed into a billion brown pieces.
The father of the home flinched on his meditation cushion. He stood slowly. He walked towards his son.
“My boy. Why not put the scroll down for a few minutes. You have been reading for days!”
“UHHHHH YOU’RE JUST LIKE THE REST!” Declared the lad. “I’m here trynna save our town! I’m reading up on the enemy! I’m studying the darkness! I’m the only one who seems to notice the fog of evil that has descended upon us!”
The father removed his glasses from his breast pocket and placed them on his handsome face.
“My boy. You are correct. A darkness has indeed befallen our tiny town. Our way of life is forever changed. But don’t feel responsible for being our saviour. That is not your duty.”
“A million elves will agree with you and nothing will be done,” whispered the boy.
“We'll sit around waiting for a leader to rise. We live the life of logic; to stay home and to provide for our family. But at what cost, Papa Pooinski! The fog grows thicker with every act of acceptance!”
The father placed his hand on the elf boy’s shoulder. “I cannot control you. You are your own lad."
"You are like your mother. You are too full of energy and zest! All I ask is that you formulate your ideas and put them down in clay. That way your mother can understand you, once you have left.”
The elf boy grumbled in agreement. Then he went back to reading his scroll.
Father walked down the tiny hall of their hut. He found his wife lying on the bed.
“Don’t be upset. Your energy could be used towards something more productive,” said Papa Pooinski gently.
“Like what?” Whispered mother, a tinge of sadness in her voice.
“Like loving me!” Roared father, ripping off his shorts. He threw his garments out the window and jumped atop the bed. He took his bride into his tiny elf arms. They fucked passionately for hours on end.
The elf boy continued his studies in the other room. He did as his father had said and carved his ideas onto a clay tablet. It conveniently helped to organize his thoughts.
The next day began with a light rain. The thunder of terror could be felt in the ass of the elves.
The young lad packed his bag and left through the bedroom window.
He hopped down onto the wet grass and headed for the river.
He had vague ideas of what was to come. He allowed himself to be guided by intuition.