This life is here for a reason, we don’t have to say exactly what that reason is, we just have to believe in it no matter what happens in this life, we have to understand one thing. That thing is that we are not alone in the universe. I’m not saying there are aliens out there, but yeah there are aliens out there. It’s a concept that people have wondered about from time to time, there doesn’t appear to be anything else you can do but wonder what’s going on in the skies above us! There are so many things in this life that don’t always seem to matter, but you wish they would, at least that’s what I’d like to think would happen. I’m not sure that’s how this life is meant to be understood of course. If there’s anything in this life that doesn’t make sense, then it will always be there. It doesn’t have to make sense, that’s the absurdity of it all! Why should it make sense if there’s nothing to grasp from it all? I’m not sure I know the ansewr to that question. Such a life comes and goes an...
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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