*note - i am NOT on drugs
someone gave birth to 5 babies. they took the placenta and painted it onto a wall that folded out. on top of that, they painted a beautiful mural with words i can’t remember. then they made 5 babies out of paper mache and lay them upon shelves which stuck out from the wall.
i went to the opening (it was an art exhibit) and i was really moved by it. everyone who saw it was. to the extent that some thought the babies were real. after that night, i went back several times. each time i visited, i flipped the babies over to preserve them. i wanted to keep them fresh and ‘alive’.
one night i went back, there were some kids who were there on a class trip. i sat down on a bench and waited patiently for them to leave. a man came and sat next to me and started telling me some perverted things. all i could think about was being alone so i could flip the babies over and keep them fresh. finally the man left, as well as the kids and everyone else that was in the room, and i began the tedious business of flipping the babies. at this point, they were starting to come apart. the paper was wet and soggy and one baby’s legs had even ripped off. while i was doing i thought, this doesn’t even matter. these babies are in rough shape, me turning them over will not make a difference. so i left the room, one baby lying on the floor, and the blanket it was swaddled in was in a heap in the corner.
as i left i ran into a woman who worked there. it was the custodian, everyone picked on and hated. she wasn’t wearing a shirt for some reason.
outside of the building i entered a field and met up with some raccoons that were standing on their back legs. i greeted them happily. then i heard cries coming from behind me. i heard someone say that an alligator had gotten into the baby room and eaten one. i was horrified at what i had caused and horrified i would be discovered. i ran back to the building and went in and while the room was empty i grabbed the blanket i had dropped earlier. i thought by getting rid of it i could somehow wipe my name clear from the suspect list.
i ran into the woods with it screaming “IT (the babies) WAS THE ONLY GOOD THING!”
someone gave birth to 5 babies. they took the placenta and painted it onto a wall that folded out. on top of that, they painted a beautiful mural with words i can’t remember. then they made 5 babies out of paper mache and lay them upon shelves which stuck out from the wall.
i went to the opening (it was an art exhibit) and i was really moved by it. everyone who saw it was. to the extent that some thought the babies were real. after that night, i went back several times. each time i visited, i flipped the babies over to preserve them. i wanted to keep them fresh and ‘alive’.
one night i went back, there were some kids who were there on a class trip. i sat down on a bench and waited patiently for them to leave. a man came and sat next to me and started telling me some perverted things. all i could think about was being alone so i could flip the babies over and keep them fresh. finally the man left, as well as the kids and everyone else that was in the room, and i began the tedious business of flipping the babies. at this point, they were starting to come apart. the paper was wet and soggy and one baby’s legs had even ripped off. while i was doing i thought, this doesn’t even matter. these babies are in rough shape, me turning them over will not make a difference. so i left the room, one baby lying on the floor, and the blanket it was swaddled in was in a heap in the corner.
as i left i ran into a woman who worked there. it was the custodian, everyone picked on and hated. she wasn’t wearing a shirt for some reason.
outside of the building i entered a field and met up with some raccoons that were standing on their back legs. i greeted them happily. then i heard cries coming from behind me. i heard someone say that an alligator had gotten into the baby room and eaten one. i was horrified at what i had caused and horrified i would be discovered. i ran back to the building and went in and while the room was empty i grabbed the blanket i had dropped earlier. i thought by getting rid of it i could somehow wipe my name clear from the suspect list.
i ran into the woods with it screaming “IT (the babies) WAS THE ONLY GOOD THING!”