- Dołączono
- 27 Wrz 2014
"You are all worthy, and all incandescently, illuminatingly powerful."
Xe finished typing the words and sat back in xir powerscooter, wiping sweat from xir brow. Lately even the act of typing on xir keyboard was exhausting, but xe wasn't sure why; those cishet, patriarchal shitlords tried to convince xem that it was xir "obesity" and diet, but xe knew that xe was just naturally corpulent; such size was necessary to hold in xir god-essence. Xe smiled to xirself and reached for the phone; xir SSI check had just come in, so it was time to splurge; 100% organic fried chicken, cooked in flaxseed oil from xir favorite trendy restaurant. Xe knew that it would be completely healthy, since it's 100% natural ingredients. Xe ordered the extra-large bucket, mindful that xe needed so much sustenance to maintin xir god-like form. Xie pressed the speed dial button "Yes, hello, I would like the six..." breathlessness overtook xim, the effort of xir overtaxed lungs straining to push air through xir lard-encased trachea. "...sixteen... piece bucket. Extra...large....mashed...potatoes, and a mega-sized....pepsi," xe finally gasped out the rest of the sentence. Xe smirked to xirself as xe the thought crossed xir mind once again... incandescently, illuminatingly powerful.
fucking christ typing all those made up pronouns was a herculean task.
Xe finished typing the words and sat back in xir powerscooter, wiping sweat from xir brow. Lately even the act of typing on xir keyboard was exhausting, but xe wasn't sure why; those cishet, patriarchal shitlords tried to convince xem that it was xir "obesity" and diet, but xe knew that xe was just naturally corpulent; such size was necessary to hold in xir god-essence. Xe smiled to xirself and reached for the phone; xir SSI check had just come in, so it was time to splurge; 100% organic fried chicken, cooked in flaxseed oil from xir favorite trendy restaurant. Xe knew that it would be completely healthy, since it's 100% natural ingredients. Xe ordered the extra-large bucket, mindful that xe needed so much sustenance to maintin xir god-like form. Xie pressed the speed dial button "Yes, hello, I would like the six..." breathlessness overtook xim, the effort of xir overtaxed lungs straining to push air through xir lard-encased trachea. "...sixteen... piece bucket. Extra...large....mashed...potatoes, and a mega-sized....pepsi," xe finally gasped out the rest of the sentence. Xe smirked to xirself as xe the thought crossed xir mind once again... incandescently, illuminatingly powerful.
fucking christ typing all those made up pronouns was a herculean task.
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