[How can something so small and insignificant be so fearless? Is that the drink in you? The clouding? Was that what it was really like? Kept from his heritage by sopor, kept from the sweet revelation of fear and mirthterror...?
He pauses, considers, then raises ten gory fingers with a serial killer smile.]
What's it look like? I'm FINGERPAINTING. Honk! HONK. With real fingers. OH FUCKER, am I PAINTING THE MIRACLES with the MOTHERFUCKING REAL motherfucking FINGERS!
[He lowers his hands, and considers his carnival.]
...Shit. Could use some of that candy-red. If it didn't GET THE DRYNESS ON all dullbrown straight up mysticalifying how it MOTHERFUCKING DOES THAT.
[Then, as if he hadn't been casually considering what you'd look like on a wall, he adds conversationally,]
My green straight out walked off on me. MOTHERFUCKING ZOMBIES can't be APPRECIATING the MOTHERFUCKING FINER THINGS.
It is so brought. Brought like a potluck dinner.
He pauses, considers, then raises ten gory fingers with a serial killer smile.]
What's it look like? I'm FINGERPAINTING. Honk! HONK.
With real fingers. OH FUCKER, am I PAINTING THE MIRACLES with the MOTHERFUCKING REAL motherfucking FINGERS!
[He lowers his hands, and considers his carnival.]
...Shit. Could use some of that candy-red. If it didn't GET THE DRYNESS ON all dullbrown straight up mysticalifying how it MOTHERFUCKING DOES THAT.
[Then, as if he hadn't been casually considering what you'd look like on a wall, he adds conversationally,]
My green straight out walked off on me. MOTHERFUCKING ZOMBIES can't be APPRECIATING the MOTHERFUCKING FINER THINGS.