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// Author's Notes 
// Story: Good 'un. Bad 'un. 
// by Lucefudu 
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Inspired by:

The Residents - Lizard Lady

What's a woman going to do but throw away her bread?
Her feet are feeling funny as she lies beneath the bed.
She reminisces of the pungent Adriatic Sea,
And then she crawls and counts her cans and twitches like a flea.

What she really likes to do is sit upon a pew,
And make believe that time has stopped and motionless is new;
Planes are stranded in the sky and drains are stopping too,
And she alone is laughing under eyelids full of flu.

She scurries hurries worries that the wicked will receive
Their candy from a handsome man and coffee from a thief;
She gazes at a hourglass and asks it if it cares,
And then she wonders if the lizard likes his lettuce rare.

"Lizard? Yes, a lizard; a little lizard of the sea... conspicuously alcoholic, flicks his tongue at me! Release me, lizard! Licking lizard, blizzard of the bea... Mashed inside a sock you still dare me... to die? Dare me to die?!... At home?! Coating all my lungs with honey, sticky coating cunning runny, feet of lizard fly! And stop and fly and stop and fly, the flicker tongue is licking out to find me, feel me. Hide! Hide from the tongue! The tongue is coming! Cruising! Oozing! Over land and under ashes, in the sunlight, see, it flashes, find a fly and eat his eye. But don't believe in me... Don't believe in me... Don't believe in me... Don't believe in me..."





A very nonsensical (somewhat), experimental fanfic I wrote when... I don't know what happened..

If this story feels strange to you, don’t fret. That’s how dreams work.
Yes, you are all allowed to hate me right now.