Life always has a way of doing whatever it needs to do. There’s nothing wrong with that thought process. It comes and goes without a second thought. We can’t easily figure out why life does this to us, we have to understand something at some point, but if we don’t? Well, no harm no foul. It’s life and we have to continue going forward to see everything that is out there. There’s nothing we can do about it. Life will move foreward without the ability for us to do anything but wonder what this life will eventually be like in the far distant future. Oh what a joy that could bring about. If life has a way, we will be able to get from point a to point b in no time at all. It feels like a circle at times. A = B = C, isn’t that what the crazy future guy in Star Trek: Voyager tried to explain? Yeah, something like that. It’s quite an interesting thought process to be sure. It’s life though, nothing can be done about it. So let life be what it wants to be, there’s nothing wrong with that tho...
Peach and Sock sat inside the cold dark mailbox waiting to be picked up by the mail man... or was it a male man... lol Ah anyway... as they were sitting there, Peach looked to Sock as if to say "This is so cool, I'm glad I thought of this."
Sock looked to Peach and snickered, which turned into outright laughter... because she knew Peach couldn't really talk, all she could do was telepathically project thoughts of destruction into her head... as well as other thoughts of warm fuzzies.
Sock stuck her tongue out at Peach and glared at her... "It was MY idea Peach! Not Yours!"
Peach sighed, and started to nibble on Sock's lock of hair... until Sock was bald.
Sock, realizing that she didn't have any hair anymore, started to cry. Peach got tired of the crying, so she ate her...
Afterwards, Peach hobbled out of the mailbox and went back in the house, sat down at her desk and started to write.
Sock looked to Peach and snickered, which turned into outright laughter... because she knew Peach couldn't really talk, all she could do was telepathically project thoughts of destruction into her head... as well as other thoughts of warm fuzzies.
Sock stuck her tongue out at Peach and glared at her... "It was MY idea Peach! Not Yours!"
Peach sighed, and started to nibble on Sock's lock of hair... until Sock was bald.
Sock, realizing that she didn't have any hair anymore, started to cry. Peach got tired of the crying, so she ate her...
Afterwards, Peach hobbled out of the mailbox and went back in the house, sat down at her desk and started to write.
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