A letter!
category: residue [glöplog]
my hands started to slowly close the bag again.
"These cocks are controllin' the hands!", I thought,
so I opened it again,
and again, and again,
and closed it again, and again, and again.
I wanted to close it again, but
it wasn't open! So I
made sure it was closed again, so I could
finally open it and
close it to see if i can open it again. so i
decided to open it again and noticed that
I could close it. Also,
the bag started flying
away, so I couldn't open it anymore. I tried to catch it and
general failure decided to kill the scene by
standers got angry, and you donwanna messweth angry bystanders man!
Especially when the acid starts to kick in. That damn bag was still
there, it landed again and I tried to open it, but
it opened itself, showing
another bag inside it.
I tried to open it, of course, and
, to my utter astonishment, it worked. Inside was another bag which
couldn't be opened without a
bag.
That is why I write you this letter: I know you have the suitable one,