Or would you prefer yours hairless?
I think, rather than some sort of nummy living treat on an aluminum stick, ready for you to take a bite out of it, it should be a jacket, protecting your own precious skin with it’s worthless hide. Or, even better, it should be a hoodie. And you should be able to train it with vicious electric shocks to sing softly, directly into your ears. And you can reward it for good service by having perfect strangers lick it in its special place.
Imagine feeling deliciously warm while feeling your jacket itself shiver with the chill. Or the thrill.
This implementation? Maybe four out of ten. Oh, but such potential….
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This One Time, 103
This one time a small lizard was climbing up the wall, stopping periodically and chirping. I was back in church, communing with the horrible paintings on the walls and the wasps with their separate shrine hanging on the armpit of the crucifix. I wasn’t sure why the gecko was singing, unclear whether it was a […]
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You’re welcome wherever you wander. :)
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