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Babybell Pissmaster_69

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mutsubaki

BEEP BEEP BEEP

I threw a kindjal at my alarm clock.

“Paul! Get your prophetical ass downstairs!” my Reverend Mother yelled. I looked into the mirror to see my blue orbs staring at me. I put my natural dark curls into a messy bun. I threw on a stealthsuit and my favorite hoodie. I went downstairs to see my mother, surrounded by a group of fanatical followers with a bottle of water of life in her hands.

“Listen up! We needed to settle the spice melange crisis, so I sold you. Your new owners will arrive any minute”.

“You can’t do that! You are an awful mother!” She shrugged a took a swig of the water of life.

“That’s the Way, Paul, and I love being a fanatical ruler more than I love you. Actually, could’ve skipped whole being a concubine thing”

“That’s not the Way, it’s an anachronistic reference, you bitch!” I stormed out in the desert, but when I opened the door I saw one bald boy blocking the way. What was that thing called? His black orbs stared at me as he bared his black teeth.

“I think you are trying to say Golden Path” he said, grinning “But in this timeline it would also be anachronistic”

“As it is written!” Stilgar shreiked “He is being sold to One Direction!”

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I do wholeheartedly believe Wes Anderson is a sick sick freak. I like his movies but I definitely think this guy has like a hidden room in his spacious french apartment that he slips into quietly each night and it is just filled with tiny little doll replicas of all the actors he's ever used in any of his movies and he puppets them around and mimicks their voices and shit. and sometimes he'll text Owen Wilson pictures of his little doll with a comb or something from an untraceable number and pair it with like "see how I take care of you Owen?" and then the following day Owen Wilson will find him at the service table and go, "Geez Wes look at this," and Wes will pretend to be all concerned and horrified but there is this calculating almost eager look in his eyes that unsettles Owen Wilson. and the next time Wes is having a little soiree with all his actors, his beloved beloved actors, maybe Owen Wilson will accidentally get lost on his way to the beautiful bathroom and find that little room and see all those dolls and his throat will hitch with horror. And before he can call Bill Murray or Adrian Brody to look a dark silhouette will appear in the doorway and Wes looks sort of resigned when he says, "I see you finally found my secret, Owen," and Owen Wilson will try and pretend that he's fine with it but they both know better. and Wes will go (the look in his eyes back again) "We both know this can't get out, right?" and he'll grin very suddenly and Owen Wilson will laugh along very nervously and leave the room and eat some brioche and when the evening is over he will rush over to his Prius and frantically click his keys but over the cobbles on the beautiful beautiful street there is the sound of footsteps. and tears are running down Owen Wilson's cheeks but he can't say a word and Wes, emerging from the shadows, will gently touch him on the shoulder and say, "look, I'll drive you to the airport, huh?" and Owen Wilson will try to refuse but they both know it's futile. and, halfway through the drive, Wes Anderson will smile and say, "I'll miss working with you" and then perfectly jump and roll out of the car, wiping off his corduroy pants, while Owen Wilson's Prius swerves into a local patisserie, bursting into flames

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kissycat

I overuse ellipsis so much it's because of my pensive nature...