WT stared blankly at the monitor. “How did it come to this?” he pondered. He was not only bewildered, but bemused and befuddled to boot.
When did he lose the ability to talk in the first person singular?… was a question that kept rattling around in his cavernous consciousness (along with a fiery debate over the correct use of ellipses, which btw shouldn’t appear after a question mark). He was also alarmed, anxious and annoyed by and apparent absence of ability to write without alliteration.
“Grrrr!” he said out loud to no-one in particular (in fact to no-one at all, as he was alone with his thoughts), and the room rumbled with the resonance of the utterance. “MotherFucker!” he exclaimed, “now I’m afflicted with both impotence and onomatopoeia!” he hissed.
He decided couldn’t fix the onomatopoeia, so he would work on the impotence instead. And with that he hit publish and went in search of porn.
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