Girls who wear Noracora are f*****g cute!

I am the ampersand. Surely I should get a story too! I am the and. There should be an and-fandom. Queens and knights and dragons all fight between me! Beauty on one side and a beast on the other. Father on one one side and mother on the other. Loneliness on one side and on the other a lover.

“Click - clack - cuck,” went the candlestick in flight. “I’m not a d***o but I want to f**k!”

The picture on the wall of a princess enthralled licked her lips. She wanted something to suck.

Wine bottles pissed across the air! Dread-locked hair. Pretending to be champagne fountaine tax payers played upon her with skate-boarders taking dares.

We stood together amid the swamp, and the monsters paired like teenagers in heat. An inebriated impaired barstool asked a drunk to take a seat. Fairytales were told in african drum beats. 

“Once upon a family secret, sea-foam creeps up and gods livid goad the rigid earthlings and turn their earnings into finger slivers. Give pain to internal rivers of insanity. Lethe or whatever.”

“I am a beautiful man,” said Beauty, “why should I suffer for fools or girls?”

The mountain crags announced, “because you want a wife, a life of strife is rife for you. A woman is what is best for you. Take her soon.”

“Shouldn’t there be some other way?”

“No! Women are tolls and all men must pay.”