Not gonna lie. I'm not completely coherent. Prob due to the ambien effecting my brain but my body not wanting to calm down. So. I typy. And see what comes up.
I always wanted a unicorn. Not because I love unicorns but so I could take it to a room filled with unicorn lovers and enthusiast (assuming a place like this exists is almost as bad as assuming I could get a unicorn) anyway I'd take my unicorn in there, I'd name him Ryan the Rhino. Then I'd try to convince everyone there that he's a rhino. It'd be hard, these freaks know there unicorn folklore, but I think I could convince them. Once I've got them hooked that Ryan is in fact a Rhino. I pull out a rainbow birth certificate and say "ha ha, I lied that is a unicorn, and his names not Ryan it's name is Dead" they'd be all, "Dead is a horrible name for a unicorn it should be Sundrop or Sweetsunshinehead" then they'd snatch the birth certificate out of my hand an while they were double checking I'd pull out my machete and chop his head off. Spilling his silvery blood all over the floor and breaking the hearts of all the unicorn enthusiasts. Because all they've wanted they're whole life was to see a real live unicorn, and I have just killed that dream. Really no happy ending for anyone.
See, the inside of my head is fucked up.
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