farla

There's this freaky little story up right now, imaginatively titled Untitled by Weevil belongs to Rex.

You probably have some assumption now of what I'm about to say just from the previous sentence. But no, I'm pointing it out for another reason.

Imagine some little elementary school kid comes skipping up to you, a stack of lined paper clutched in their chubby fist, and asks if you want to read their story about John and Sam. You pick it up and start reading and discover that, written in their childish script with their simple sentences, is the sordid tale of how Sam ambushes and rapes John.

Now imagine the child's sister and parents walk up at this moment talking about how awesome the story was.

That's about how reading Untitled feels.