Socklessness

IN THE NIGHT I HEAR 'EM WASH
COLDEST CYCLE EVER SEEN.
SOMEWHERE FAR INTO THIS HOUSE SHE LOST HER SOCK
TO THE CHLORINE SO SOCKLESS.

HOW COULD YOU BE SO SOCKLESS?
SOCKLESS, SOCKLESS
OH...
HOW COULD YOU BE SO SOCKLESS?

Copyright Sock Studios.

{{Haha. I came back from my swim meet, and one of my socks fell out of my shoe. -.-'' SOo I only had one sock. -sigh- BUT TODAY, I HAVE TWO! AND THEY IZ FUZZEH.}}

This is a story, about a story. *epic silence*

It began one day, and there once was a person, who's name I shall not mention. That person kept walking, and walking, and walking, never running out of energy or breath. What that person was looking for, no one knew, but that person kept walking. For years, the walking continued that person, looking for something, something out their grasp. After decades, that person became very frail, and instead of walking, was limping. That person still continued their perilous journey, until July 31st, 1998. That person fell off a cliff.


Copyright the Banana King
1998
12345 Sesame Street, Stalkerville, Llamaland 98765
Rough draft

{{I know, the Banana King is a great author, way better than her... SO ANYWAY. DONT READ TWILIGHT AND TRY NOT TO HATE LIFE. PEACE OUT.}}

:O LE GASP.
I
SOUND
SO
HIPPY-ISH.
:OOO

*dies*

FAREWELL, MY SWEET WALRUS.

*blinks*