This is What Flash Fiction Ought to Sound Like, Baby Babu Baba

What the hell it won’t let me title it fuckers…

If you think about it, it can hurt you.

I really don’t know where this is going.

Except you better cum. You better cum inside me.

The national guard left early that morning. There was no tea. Then royalty came over and blam blam they had their discourse. Blam blam the camera photons struck them blam blam hard hard hard they came holy hell did they cum.

But they also spoke politics or whatever it is. Fuck it.

Be sure to capitalize every word that ought to be capitalized or else you’ll lose your audience. I’m beginning to see the class and value in capitalization.

Not like capitalizing on the orgasm would’ve helped them any.

Then they came with spray paint bullet spray guns and slaughtered the place.

Blam blam all dead. No more politics. That was all the world leaders.

Now time to find a hobby. Everyone went home alive. Whoever.

What?

No don’t mind me. I’m just the narrator.

Whoa whoa I’m not mortal don’t point that thing at me.

Blam blam.

See?

No guns here, in my house.

That would be horrifying. Lol.

Ha ha ha.

Well.

It’s normal in the story, anyway. I hope you understand.

And then they cummed some more.

Fuckers.

Fuckers all of them.

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