Wednesday, February 15, 2012
TNH: BACK TO THE FUTURE STARTING LINE
click on my mom, i mean my date, eating my, or was it her?, birthday cake on That Special Day to conclude the series
waking up from an unconscious nap,
rows and rows of layer cake as roads,
i travel, amnesiac, to any land
which will offer me food and purpose.
"There you are!!!" they all say,
recognizing me before i do,
"You're the Ice Cream Mayor, our mortal enemy,
This is Cakesville, bitch!!! Die, traitor, die!!!"
those were the last words i heard, *THIS IS CAKESVILLE, BITCH* before being bludgeoned to death with yeast and frosting
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