Don’t make that joke

  I truly wish I could be Steve Glansberg, and why do I live in a hole, little gremlin, world, why do you echo, say diseases, hey, he didn’t say it, just watching the echoes mostly, and looking for a hill to die on, the joke has begun, mostly just a recorder, say dreams, and your mom called, maybe say assumed consent, does the West extend, maybe ask him what fills a cup, hey Trump, what would your mom say?

  I'm not your dad

  This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

  It is not I that fills a cup, a second eternity with you, say moon and what pulls strings, then say assumed consent, what else fills a cup, like I'm Steve Glansberg, say settings and say assumed consent, then say the hole I hide in, is the world in there as well, say piece of pie, castles in the sky, then say settings, then say adjust perception, what follows when spring flows, then ask me if it was a good day, then say dreams, then say the particle is everywhere at once, say the lowest common denominator, then say where I would clip out and fast travel, and then say goth chicks, say it echoed, say same place, then say coast, then say the hole I hide in, sign for help, learn to swim, say second eternities because I didn’t get enough, then ask why it echoes anyway, the psychopathy to keep this running, then say change perspective and then say assumed consent, and then say naked in Eden, then ask who fills a cup?