Chapter 1: 1st Egg – Flexing Jerry (Draft Era Vol.1)

Bus Chair of Flameboy’s Nightmares who Now-Works as Easy Travel through Dimension Tunnel. Honey. One. Some. Casual Conversates with The Only Person on The Bus. Speaks of an Ancient Place called: Fluffy Pussy Pillow Island. Where only Fat Pussy Pillows live. Biggest Vulvas. Why small Pillows have The most Fluffy Pussys and Shit? The Island is Protected by Toodle-Oo of Old Change of Heart. Toodle-Oo are Clergy Stevedores. No ándale, Abajo. Sí! Pa' dentro. Dentro means Dentist. Good Thing the only One on The Bus is Cardboard Box slash Sock. Nothing but Nonsense outside The Window. Worthless Shit to never Look at. Bus Chair of Flameboy’s Nightmares don’t Give a Fuck about Who you are. Bus quit Moving a Minute Ago. Door opens and only, Who, Steps down and Out. Bus Chair of Flameboy’s Nightmares drives off Backwards back into Tunnel. Standing in Place, Blunt in Mouth. Heavy Smoke emits from It. Xavier Wife Beater, All Black Baggy Sweatboxpants. Fully Loaded Eight Gauge Short Sawed-Off Slingshot in Hand. Only brought One Pair of Clothes: The Ones Mothafucking Worn. Looks like a Bum. Homeless. Fifteen Year Old Cardboard Box slash Sock has Hair that Makes it look like an Italian Rastafarian. It’s an Abandoned Product. Ended up Adopted off The Streets as an Early Package. Simply pick Up and Go. Its Parents utilized Pickpocket Technique upon a Spied On. Obtaining their Papers. Papers are Unsigned Free Scholarship to a Well-On Foreign Private High School that is Somewhat Near. Too Poor to Afford any Regular Shit. Muchacho wasn’t Told shit. Just to be Ready to be Picked Up. After they Drop him off, Fast forward a Year later and here It is. Stood Idle within this Dry Landscape riddled in Skinny Dead Trees. Cloudy Skies. Bit dark. May The Black God End You. Clouds give Off a Little Glow. Complete utter Opposite of where Came from. Another realm? Another place, Obvious. Walks onwards. (Name is Anka Porcaro. Nickname is Gadd or Bumpus.) A Cardboard Box Nigga named Anka will Get to School. Going to Explore around for a Sentence. Get a Map of said Surroundings then Fuck On with Itself. Dawn retreats to Afternoon. Oh so Very Near are Cruel Beast Sounds. B’ peeps The Happening. Giant Stick with a Woman’s Head jammed on Top of It a Spear Head, is threatening Bank Building Sized Tortoise Marmot. Cuts wash over Tortoise Marmot’s Sexy meaning Body. What does It see? Why doesn’t it Attack? Slingshot Blasts! Ouchies. Explodes the Back of Decapitated Stick Cunt’s Skull. Gore Shouted Confetti. Slingshot Blasts! Another Go as Creature falls, Timber. Pops Sawed-Off Slingshot’s Action open while Casual Stepping forwards, Digging shells from Pocket. Heavy Thud is Made when Stick Cunt crash landed. Rocks and Dirt jump in Reaction. Slingshot Blasts! Slingshot Blast! Quick detaches Action, plucks Shells. Eyes at Tortoise Marmot with Quick Gesture from Shell Fulled Hand. Index Finger pointed at Sexy then Stick Cunt, a Demanded “Get it!” Refilling say Sawed-Off Slingshoi. Big Body Tortoise Marmot lets Off a Hellacious Snarling Whip. Ravages head, shreds, asunder. Lower case in case I gotta call the lawyer. Sshh, don’t snitch john. Yanking Meat away a Well-Cooked Chicken Wing a.k.a Meat pouring off The Bone. Devouring happily, even The Raw Skull. Hearing teeth seizing Crunches. Lift stick using Mouth. Bangs, Bashes, Thrashes to Pieces. DIE!!! As you Deserve too. Hits hand on Thigh. Tortoise Marmot, Cough-Hack n’ Gags small Pieces of Stick. Back jerks High when Regurgitating. Drool oozes from Beast’s Complete Maw. Shines its Teeth and Coughs. Tongues rubs those Teeth. Gadd been Exited a Minute Ago. Having his Back to Huge Tortoise Marmot an Uncaring Cold Callus. Sexy is Taken Back by How a Mince Speck could simply Turn their Back on Something such as Themselves. Eyes widened. Hair struck High as if Electrocuted. About to Leap based on Instinct and by being Disrespected-So. Can’t, is Frozen. Simultaneously, Beast senses no Fear. Senses a Will which Crumbles Greatest Powers. Beast feels. Visibly see Gadd’s Alpha Energy. Drawn to This. Gigant’O Tortoise Marmot follows Silently a Pack of Hunting Hungry Man Whores. Abiding their Stalwart Leader. Sexy doesn’t know How to Feel. Currently rotting away by an Amalgamation of Emotions. Tornado Wind Slash!!! Of emotions. Blunt is Stuffed in Left Box Pocket. Rocking a Found Long Mainly Black with Tad of Grey Fashion. Sawed-Off Slingshoi is Hidden under Long Fashion quite Swell. Hanging from its Waist. Making-Way through The Crowd of Students going to their Fourth Periods. Smells only a Bit like Blunt. Saw some Papers, contextualized, Knows where to Go. Enters into World Language Classroom among Other Strangers. Nonchalant and Unworrysome in its Ways: Bumpus. Takes a Seat at an Empty Desk in The Front. No rhyme or Reason. Just picked an Empty Seat. If anything, Nigga is Tired of all that Walking. Leaned with Arms and Hands lying across Cardboard Box Gut. Weapon still Expert Hidden. Gadd as a Whole isn’t Out of Place. Chit Chatter. Letting Cholos draw Stick Figures with Scurvy Titties. Everybody is Present. Teacher notices Gadd is M.P Character. (M.P is Misplaced or Misplaced Person.) Male Teacher has Coyote Stoat ears and Tail. There are a many Creature People who Live and Take Place here. (Male Teacher Cyoat. Half Coyote, half Stoat. Man’s Name is Agalak. Russian Accent. Tone Muscle Body. So don’t Reach for The Stars.) Decides not to put New Student on Blast. Smells weed on Them by that Keen Sense of Smell. Knows the Exact Strain... At least it isn’t Nicotine where You’re encased in Poisons. Fifth and Sixth Period were Well-Attended. Why no Teacher put Gadd on Blast. Who will ever Know? Me! I would! Sometimes You don’t Get put on Blast. Yeah, but How often though? Ducked out at The Seventh Period Beginning. Posted up Outside under some Shade just a Smoking. Can’t be Bothered with That shit, man. Was told while getting Driven to Bus Spot that They were getting Evicted because their Gig is Simping over a Local Laundrymat Building, and to Duck Out for Month. After a Month, meet up at One of The Usual Spots. Blows smoke though Barely Opened Lips, Staring blank, Emotionless. Might start Making Plays. Thinking about doing That. Sand passes. Crowd of Characters fill Outside up a Scared Waiter’s Cup. Damn, Gadd gone. Near a Graveyard. Shit is Somewhere over There, maybe. ‘Least that’s What said Astral Projection speaks.

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