THE TWINK WHO SMOKED SO MUCH METH THAT HE DIED

Everybody liked his smile
Everybody liked his jokes
Everybody liked him even though he always needed to borrow money because
Everybody liked his blowjobs

including you

Everybody liked the way he was cool with you calling him a

“faggot”

because it didn’t bother him Everybody liked his smile
Everybody liked his jokes
because he couldn’t really hear you
because he wanted everybody to like him
because he liked you

He really, really liked you
you dumb fucking faggot


SUICIDE BOMBING THE MINECRAFT CONVENTION

All day nervous kids pulled at their cargo pockets asking about “dedicated WAM” at panels with lines that wrapped all around the convention hall
All day greasy haired boys shit their pants trying to talk to greasy haired girls they’d never see again after this weekend
and ate expensive concessions that tasted like shit to their parents but were the most wonderful things they’d ever eaten
and played Minecraft through an Arduino controlled by touch inputs routed to slime and water
and took pictures with faceless people in full-body Creeper costumes

One of the people in a full-body Creeper costume who hadn’t really tried to talk to anyone on account of how nobody could hear them through all that cardboard stood up to ask a question during a panel

As they were walking to the front this person thought
“What if I was wearing a suicide vest?
“What if I walked to the front
“and acted like I was going to ask a question
“but instead I pulled my arm through my cardboard voxels
“and grasped the remote taped to my thigh
“and pressed the button on the remote
“and the metal enclosure full of screws and bolts and nickels and nails taped to my chest burst through my cardboard creeper costume
“and blasted in all directions
“and blew apart the panel
“and everybody in the front row
“and most importantly me?”

But there was nothing in the Creeper costume
So this person asked their question
said thank you
and sat down.