EPTOn December 09 2009 04:59 vGl-CoW wrote:
I will print out however many it takes to approximate the weight of a healthy female. Then, I will not allow myself to rest until I have used this mass of articles to fashion a crude homunculus. Carefully, ever so gently, I will construct its facial features, its breasts (just the right size), its hips and thighs, the gentle curving of its buttocks and finally, (with trembling fingers), its genitalia. I will have it don a pretty dress and I will take it out to picknicks by the beach. I will tell it jokes and I will share stories that I have never before shared with anyone. Slowly, it will fall for me. We will hold hands as the sun dips into the sea over by the horizon, in silent awe of nature and quiet appreciation of one another. We will share secrets. We will share a bed, and even a toothbrush. When the time is right, we will get married. Others will judge me, but I won't care. With the most self-confident of smiles, I will call them ignorant. I won't even notice the empty church as I say my vows - I will have eyes only for my spouse. In due time, a pregnancy will follow. The doctor will be unable to hide his revulsion as he delivers our children. He will proclaim them to be demonic creatures and he will try to douse them in petrol - I will stop him. We will love our children, despite them being mushy, half-meat, half-paper wads. We will raise them to be good wads, the best wads they could possibly be. As they leave the house, we will know that we have done a fine job. As we are alone again, we will fill our autumn years with slow walks and cosy nights by the fireplace, quietly reminiscing about a life well-lived. We will tell each other "I love you" with nothing but a simple glance and a little smile. We will see each other grow old and wordlessly accept the implications. Finally, as she expires, I will find myself wanting to have gone first, to spare myself the grief of having half of one's soul taken away. When, after a few days, my weeping stops, I will solemnly carry her coffined remains to our back yard. By the cherry tree (her favorite tree in the whole wide yard), I will dig a grave and lay her to rest. Stopping only to dry my eyes and clear my vision, I will then dig a second grave and, smiling, knowing I could not have asked for a more beautiful and joy-filled life, I will use my dad's old gun, and lay myself to rest.
I will print out however many it takes to approximate the weight of a healthy female. Then, I will not allow myself to rest until I have used this mass of articles to fashion a crude homunculus. Carefully, ever so gently, I will construct its facial features, its breasts (just the right size), its hips and thighs, the gentle curving of its buttocks and finally, (with trembling fingers), its genitalia. I will have it don a pretty dress and I will take it out to picknicks by the beach. I will tell it jokes and I will share stories that I have never before shared with anyone. Slowly, it will fall for me. We will hold hands as the sun dips into the sea over by the horizon, in silent awe of nature and quiet appreciation of one another. We will share secrets. We will share a bed, and even a toothbrush. When the time is right, we will get married. Others will judge me, but I won't care. With the most self-confident of smiles, I will call them ignorant. I won't even notice the empty church as I say my vows - I will have eyes only for my spouse. In due time, a pregnancy will follow. The doctor will be unable to hide his revulsion as he delivers our children. He will proclaim them to be demonic creatures and he will try to douse them in petrol - I will stop him. We will love our children, despite them being mushy, half-meat, half-paper wads. We will raise them to be good wads, the best wads they could possibly be. As they leave the house, we will know that we have done a fine job. As we are alone again, we will fill our autumn years with slow walks and cosy nights by the fireplace, quietly reminiscing about a life well-lived. We will tell each other "I love you" with nothing but a simple glance and a little smile. We will see each other grow old and wordlessly accept the implications. Finally, as she expires, I will find myself wanting to have gone first, to spare myself the grief of having half of one's soul taken away. When, after a few days, my weeping stops, I will solemnly carry her coffined remains to our back yard. By the cherry tree (her favorite tree in the whole wide yard), I will dig a grave and lay her to rest. Stopping only to dry my eyes and clear my vision, I will then dig a second grave and, smiling, knowing I could not have asked for a more beautiful and joy-filled life, I will use my dad's old gun, and lay myself to rest.
This reeks of fagfiction, and the reeking's good.
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