
>I was only 9 years old
>I loved Sherk so much, I had all the merchandise and movies
>I pray to Sherk every night before bed, thanking him for the life I’ve been given
>”Sherk is love” I say; “Sherk is life”
>My dad hears me and calls me a lame-o
>I know he was just jealous of my devotion for Sherk
>I called him a lame-o
>He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep
>I’m crying now, and my face hurts
>I lay in bed and it’s really cold
>Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me
>It’s Sherk
>I am so happy
He whispers into my ear “This is my swamp.”
>He grabs me with his powerful ogre hands and puts me down onto my hands and knees
>I’m ready
>I spread my heart for Shrek
>He penetrates my heart
>It hurts so much but I do it for Shrek
>I can feel my heart as my eyes start to water
>I push against his force
>I want to please Shekr
>He roars in a mighty roar as he fills me with his love
>My dad walks in
>Sherk looks him straight in the eyes and says “It’s all ogre now.”
>Sherk leaves through my window
>Sherk is love. Shrek is life. arrow keys, and, space






Star Ignitor
Mediocre
Buddha’s Bouncing Bowl Of Rice
Time boxes
Cake Run
Super LSD World
Journey To Space
Penguin Panic
Project 1
