Sunny's Erection
Introduction.
Love. A word I, still, cannot get over. The impact that is has on people, what they do when (they assume) they feel some little minuscule sliver... It's priceless.
I know what you're thinking. Have I ever felt love?
Well, sir or madam, I have. It's a wonderful feeling, I must admit. I wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.
But, unfortunately, all good things come to an end, and I am left alone and hopeless. Like a fallen apple off a ripened tree. I'm on the ground, lonely and all hope vanquished. Why? Because no one likes the apples that have fallen on the ground and are dirty and infected due to the insect infested ground. It's vile.
It's true.
Yeah, so I'm an apple, now. A rotten apple? I don't know, you tell me. You are the reader, and I am the storyteller. You infer while I distribute.
That being said, let me tell you my story.
I know what you're thinking. Have I ever felt love?
Well, sir or madam, I have. It's a wonderful feeling, I must admit. I wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.
But, unfortunately, all good things come to an end, and I am left alone and hopeless. Like a fallen apple off a ripened tree. I'm on the ground, lonely and all hope vanquished. Why? Because no one likes the apples that have fallen on the ground and are dirty and infected due to the insect infested ground. It's vile.
It's true.
Yeah, so I'm an apple, now. A rotten apple? I don't know, you tell me. You are the reader, and I am the storyteller. You infer while I distribute.
That being said, let me tell you my story.