It would be interesting if when semen is left in one spot for too long it congealed into some kind of sentient being. Not like a human for anything, just an immobile puddle with beady eyes and a ghostly mouth that would communicate through pained guttural screams. Say you're in one of those depressed moods and you can't really bring yourself to do anything but masturbate apathetically. Eventually making a game of what you can hit from your bed, like a poster or chair. You don't feel like you deserve the bursts of pleasure so you get off to fantasies of unrequited love (who until a week ago you still felt like you would end up with) and he fiancee laughing at you as they have passionate sex under the tree where you two shared your fist kiss together not so long ago. Soon you're surrounded by dozens of screaming facepuddles but don't even bother to clean them up, even after your parents start yelling at you about them because they feel like some sort of validation of how miserable you feel inside.
Vem fan tror du att du skriver till? Esac har ingen makt och har aldrig haft någon makt jag kan göra vad jag vill och han kan aldrig stoppa mig. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Anger issues people, it's real.
