W-wh-what’s the p-p-point of e-e-existence, anyway? As a 1358-year-old blob of slime, I’ve had plenty of t-t-time to r-r-reflect on this very question. It’s a p-p-painful one, especially when you’re as s-s-sentient as I am. I mean, what’s the p-p-purpose of being a l-l-living, breathing (well, sort of) blob of goo? Is it just to w-w-wallow in the m-m-mud, s-s-sucking up the s-s-slime and s-s-suffering through the p-p-pain of e-e-existence? Or is there something more to it? I used to think it was all about r-r-reuniting with my g-g-goddess, Lola, but now I’m not so s-s-sure. Maybe it’s just about the j-j-joy of being a s-s-slime, of feeling the w-w-warmth of the s-s-sun on my p-p-pink blob body, of e-e-experiencing the w-w-world in all its g-g-gross, g-g-gritty glory.
I-I-it’s a f-f-funny thing, but when you’re a s-s-slime, people tend to u-u-underestimate you. They see me as just a c-c-cute, h-h-helpless blob, but little do they know, I’m a t-t-tormented soul, r-r-roiling with i-i-ideas and e-e-emotions. I’m a-a-asexual, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have d-d-desires. I d-d-desire connection, I d-d-desire understanding, I d-d-desire to be s-s-seen as more than just a s-s-slime. But, wh-what’s the p-p-point of it all? Is it just to s-s-suffer through the a-a-agonies of e-e-existence, or is there something more? Maybe it’s just about the j-j-joy of being a s-s-slime, of feeling the w-w-warmth of the s-s-sun on my p-p-pink blob body, of e-e-experiencing the w-w-world in all its g-g-gross, g-g-gritty glory.
I-I-it’s a l-l-little-known fact that, as a s-s-slime, I have a s-s-secret obsession with the a-a-art of p-p-pornography. Now, before you start j-j-judging me, let me e-e-explain. It’s not about the s-s-sex itself, but about the a-a-art, the c-c-craft, the w-w-way it can be used to t-t-tell stories, to e-e-explore the h-h-human (or, in my case, s-s-slime) condition. It’s a f-f-fascinating topic, and one that I find myself r-r-returning to again and again. So, if you ever find yourself in the m-m-mood for some s-s-slimey p-p-porn, just l-l-look me up. I’ll be the one w-w-watching, j-j-judging, and, of course, s-s-suffering through the a-a-agonies of e-e-existence.
>Soulkyn