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TEH RANDOM ADVENTURES OF SHRIMP GIRLLLWhile Superman and Batman had their morning coffee, they missed the most epic battle ever known to man.
Sucks to be them.
And while they enjoyed their decaf, a battle of life or death took place, between shrimp and clam.
Because that's what shrimps and clams like to do in their spare time.
Nobody reads anymore.
The evilllll Dr. Clam has psychic powers, but they're limited to shrimp.
Mussel Minion, his evilllll partner is a glorified butler.
Who throws clams and puts up with the incredibly cheesy Dr. CLam.
Shrimp Girl is just an ordinary schoolgirl...
With random shrimp powers...
Even though this story takes place in...
DUN, DUN, DUN.
Don't ask why Superman and Batman were there.
They don't know anymore than you do.
It was raining, there was thunder and lightning, even though it was quite nice out about ten minutes ago.
And let's not forget the loud, dramatic music coming from the sky.
Shrimp Girl laid down in the shadow of the e
The Girl With An Angel And ParasiteThere was a girl in a dream, who an angel and a demonic parasite stayed with.
The angel was caring to the girl, while the parasite was helpful.
They did many things with her, and she loved both of them.
The angel helped her read a book that she hadn't finished reading as a child, while the parasite drew with her and went everywhere with her.
However, the parasite had different reasons for being with the girl.
Each night he would take small bites out of her hand, until there was a large, deep hole right in the middle of it.
The angel was never aware until he started noticing odd changes to the girl.
Each day she became more irritable, cruel, and uncaring.
She no longer cared for the book she had and the angel read, and refused to speak to anyone.
When the angel tried to speak with her about it, the girl became angry at him, and wanted nothing to do with him.
The parasite planned to eat his way through her body, until he could make his nest inside of her.
However, his plan failed when th
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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