"I built it," he beamed. "It's all mine."
February 7th, 2010 (08:48 pm)

phycosis: cheerful
phycosis: cheerful
He polished it every morning and covered it with heated cotton blankets every night.
No one else was allowed to look at it without the use of special goggles, and from a distance of twenty meters away.
One time somebody got too close to it, and he became very alarmed and ferocious. The thought of anybody else touching it repulsed him, and the thought of anybody else ever taking care of it made him even sicker.
It was his, after all. He built it.








