Day 140: What Went Wrong?

Was it not mouldy enough? I bet it farted. Why didn't they see its insane beauty?? It sang, it croaked, it broke all the soap; it tried as hard as it could. But apparently it wasn't the fleas’ keys because the postie was not as enthralled as I had previously imagined. In fact, that devil worshipping Policy Man did return for my Operation! I again refused for I loved it dearly. But he was like a stone rock. Harder than the walls I say. I stormed off, in an outrageous outrage, how could I let myself say such a profanity like "Holy, Moley, Majolley!" But with no further complaint I shoved the Operation into his belly and said "But do be careful to remove the twigs, the line is broken." And with unlawful truthfulness that oozed from my orifice like sludge from a drain, I smiled like the dirty soap I became and there I stood. A single tear escaped and trickled its filthy essence down my now dirty face. I closed the door and cried.

Scissors Snip The Paper Wall.