​The Stand by Stephen King

Today my parents sent
me
A baby doll with one eye scratched out that
I love
the doll
not the eye
Although I love the eye
because it’s part of the doll
I scratched it out with my teeeeeffff
Gnyaw gnyaw gnyaw
Guess I was a savage

It arrived just in time
to be with me through
Me floo
Flew
Flu
Ugh, autocorrext
Jay kay it was just me
Jokin around
anyway I have the flue
woo woo

Quarantined but
Not dead
like someone’s grandma I’m likely to kill
And subsequently the pathogeneologically murdered baby sh
E resurrects as

Can’t kill my baby doll
He’s made o plastique and BEANS!
Maybe she can possess hi
m
And we can bee cum frens forever.
I’ll pretend to feed her and
She’ll tell me jokes

Like
“DEATH IS AN ETERNAL SUFFERING 10,001 TIMES WORSE THAN LIFE”
Oh the times we’ll have
Me and the grandma I
kilt.