/lit/ - Literature

"JACKALOPES could be here" he thought, "I've never been this close to a bush before. There could be JACKALOPES anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his blue bonnet. "I HATE JACKALOPES" he thought. Salve Regina reverberated through his rosary beads, making each one pulsate even as the wine lingered on his powerful thick tongue and washed away his (justified) fear of animals outside the city. "With a eucharist, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.

"JACKALOPES could be here" he thought, "I've never been this close to a bush before. There could be JACKALOPES anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his blue bonnet. "I HATE JACKALOPES" he thought. Salve Regina reverberated through his rosary beads, making each pulsate even as the wine lingered on his powerful thick tongue and washed away his (justified) fear of animals outside the city. "With a eucharist, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.

"JACKALOPES could be here" he thought, "I've never been this close to a bush before. There could be JACKALOPES anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his blue bonnet. "I HATE JACKALOPES" he thought. Salve Regina reverberated across his rosary beads, making it pulsate even as the wine lingered on his powerful thick tongue and washed away his (confused) fear of animals outside the city. "With a eucharist, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.