M is for Myra and Morbid.
I came home and found both of Myra's arms severed.
Shocked like anything, i asked her what exactly happened. She could still tell me the whole story, calmly.
In the morning, she went to the nearby coffeeshop to have breakfast. She ordered from the drink stall auntie, a cup of hot tea and toast with butter.
When the order came, Myra realised the toast came not only with butter, but with sugar on top as well. She said she knew she was being a bit difficult, but still demanded to have the toast changed to what she wanted in the first place.
The auntie kinda went crazy, dragged her to the storeroom, and chopped her arms off.
Funny dreams i have sometimes.
Shocked like anything, i asked her what exactly happened. She could still tell me the whole story, calmly.
In the morning, she went to the nearby coffeeshop to have breakfast. She ordered from the drink stall auntie, a cup of hot tea and toast with butter.
When the order came, Myra realised the toast came not only with butter, but with sugar on top as well. She said she knew she was being a bit difficult, but still demanded to have the toast changed to what she wanted in the first place.
The auntie kinda went crazy, dragged her to the storeroom, and chopped her arms off.
Funny dreams i have sometimes.
posted by justshootme at
3:40 AM
2 Comments:
myyraaaaa..!!!! *sob* tell me about ur first dae of attachment alrite..!
yeps!here goes my next entry!haha
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