Posted by Anonymous on 2019/10/25 under Life
I live on my own little planet. It’s not blue or green. It’s not red or white. It doesn’thave a sky and it never, ever rains. No, there is no snow and the buildings are madeof jelly.I live in a grape igloo where I blow bubbles of rice and play with stern sugar mice.My only companions are pink unicorns with edible voices. Some are crunchy likeapples and others soft like overripe bananas. We sing every night under the starsthat turn to butterscotch when they fall from the sky. The music we make melts inour mouths and sustains us. Even though we don’t sleep, we wash our faces with
toothpaste every night before bathing in rivers of milk and drying o? in the cotton
candy mountains.Sometimes my mother comes to visit. She plants kittens in concentric circles
around the ?replace. A few months later, we release them into the jungle where a wise ant teaches them how to ?y. Tinkerbell takes them away.
When the fairies come, they don’t want to leave. They build warehouses and storeteeth in them. I deport them because the jinns follow them and try to steal their
dust. The jinns are hot; they are made of ?re. Their footsteps make the chocolate
earth melt. They are not welcome and my unicorns have to chase them away by singing in icy voices.On holy days, we watch the godly with great joy. They all wake up early and dress
in white. They spread white sheets in the gardens and sni? each other’s butts. Itolerate them and let them stay as long as they don’t sacri?ce my unicorns or steal
my butterscotch. They realise that my planet is not a democracy