Thursday, December 24, 2009


I'm in my grandma's bathroom, which is distinguished mainly by its small blue tile and the presence of baby wipes. Sitting on the back of the toilet is a small gelatinous blob, the main property of which is that every time I think about it, it grows larger. Although the blob is still small, I am filled with terror knowing that it will eventually grow and suffocate me in the bathroom.

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