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Adventures of the Flying Bed.

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the gun toting gent pray,blanket gripped tightly on the Pollacked acid sheet,the air began to huff out my lungs in a pissy sigh. Begins to dream about painting a sign slowly,JESUS SAVES...... I spend. Ana Earworm( the Third)tune lost long ago,begins to get louder and more incessant* looks over and sees
 
NOBODY in this damn thread is actually following the instructions.

Nobody is coming up with a joint-up narrative that links with the previous post in more than the most superficial way. Everybody just coughs up whatever they felt like talking about.

This is rubbish.
 
NOBODY in this damn thread is actually following the instructions.

Nobody is coming up with a joint-up narrative that links with the previous post in more than the most superficial way. Everybody just coughs up whatever they felt like talking about.

This is rubbish

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I can create something to stand the test of time.
 
I thought the idea was to make an actual story from combined contributions. THAT might actually have been a lot of fun.

So long as a general storyline was established and contributors had to stick to it.
I tried explaining it, but everyone's taking this Thread as a joke.
 
Up and up he fucked, higher and higher!

His four legs were covered with Titan condoms.

The bed was spinning like a top and the passengers were pressed to the front and the back by the center seeking accerelation.

The bed had become a space station in the Werner von Braun sense
 
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