How boring. I am so bored that I want to type on someone’s face with an old-fashioned typewriter. The ones that chop through the paper and ding when you reach the margin or whatever. I just want to roll someone’s face down in there and type away.
I could type words like endometriosis or rugged scoliosis. Maybe I might want to type words like culminated crisis or desecrated vices. Either way they would be words typed into someone’s FACE!!!!!!!!!
They could walk around wearing polyester pajamas and the words I chose to type in their FACE!!!!!!!!
Maybe people would stare, maybe they'd point, maybe they'd laugh, maybe they'd disappoint, still there would be words typed in someone’s FACE!!!!!!!
If I typed hard enough the ink may wash off only to find that it left permanent scars so the words would become one with their face and they could live with it for the rest of their lives screaming out to castrated concubines with cucumber nipple covers and copulating mineral salt on wounds of society. Crevice, premise, menace, dentist, scabs of sin don't heal in Venice. Clearly though in some form I'm typing in your FACE right now, yay me I've accomplished what I have been dreaming of this very day. Type away....type away.
No one strays from graceful puncture wounds pounded into the pores that clog and erupt into mountains of creamy white lava waiting to destroy some colony of peach fuzz itching and stinging the very soil that gave it life.
POUND POUND POUND DING POUND POUND POUND DING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
