hey guess what chucklefuck its the big 1203 the date of the the gate to party town have been thrown open wide roads lined with partygoers hootin and hollerin like we were royals on a procession strutting down the red carpet with our little party boy hats cocked all jauntily like to one side throwing alms and blessings like confetti some little dude comes running up to present unto me like a gift most holy a shining scoll of proclamation and when i whip it open theres like that snap of pennants in the wind and the whole neighborhood hushes and leans in to listen as i death metal scream to the congregation its us we are the birthday boys its us
it goes straight into the trash where it belongs all crumpled up like those horse treat wrappers taking up all the space in the garbage bin
[ he calls any conbini snack he gives to dirk 'horse treats'. ]
shit yeah ill get the coffee lets watch even more of mankinds conksuckiest escapades on the big screen with more real pizza this turtle guy gave me the sickest down low on good pizza
[ time's perpetual threads glimmer darkly from just out of reach, tantalizingly close and yet utterly untouchable. a ticking noise from another room. a concept no longer his sole responsibility. a hollow gap in his bones. there is an absence in dave's very being that no amount of stupid fucking around can fill up but damned if he isn't going to try anyway.
the adrenaline that surges with dirk's offer is too familiar to look at in any proper way, so he doesn't. ]
don't need it get those teeth gnashing im not waiting up
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guess what chucklefuck
its the big 1203
the date of the the gate to party town have been thrown open wide
roads lined with partygoers hootin and hollerin like we were royals on a procession
strutting down the red carpet with our little party boy hats cocked all jauntily like to one side throwing alms and blessings like confetti
some little dude comes running up to present unto me like a gift most holy a shining scoll of proclamation
and when i whip it open theres like that snap of pennants in the wind
and the whole neighborhood hushes and leans in to listen
as i death metal scream to the congregation
its us
we are the birthday boys its us
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It does earn a small smile, even if he isn't really sure how to smile normally yet. ]
Fuck me sideways and shove a sword up my ass.
Where does the time go?
You should know. You're the time guy.
Wanna do something?
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all crumpled up like those horse treat wrappers taking up all the space in the garbage bin
[ he calls any conbini snack he gives to dirk 'horse treats'. ]
shit yeah
ill get the coffee
lets watch even more of mankinds conksuckiest escapades on the big screen
with more real pizza
this turtle guy gave me the sickest down low on good pizza
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[ no, he can't have a normal birthday unless Dave wants to force it upon him. ]
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aint that all sweet
happy birthday strider boy its time for an asskicking
aight
cant kick what u cant catch
bitch
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I highly doubt that you are capable of out running me, Dave.
Should I give your sweet little ass a head start before I hunt down like prey?
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the adrenaline that surges with dirk's offer is too familiar to look at in any proper way, so he doesn't. ]
don't need it
get those teeth gnashing
im not waiting up