Hell. A place or being that’s just awful. I think when I was given thus topic, I was told to choose things that were my own personal idea of hell. So I shall list them off.
1) Being stuck in a room full of furbies. I think I’ve spoken about my phobia of the bug eyed, fluffy, evil fucking cunts. I hate them. Nothing screams hell to me then those shits staring at me.
2) A conversation with my biological father. I have no intention to build a relationship with him. He made that choice, and I’m happy without him.
3)Having banana cake as the only option as desert. Because banana is gross
Those are my ideas of hell. Sorry that this is such a short post, but there wasn’t much to cover. Monday is I for Invention
Tyler Charles Austen 
This random collection of “hell” made me laugh, except for the second one of course. I think I’d say being in a room full of Peeps would be my hell.
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As in the marshmallow bird things or people in general?
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Hi there! Made me laugh, too. I was fortunate in my parents – my mum at one point, clearly deciding that she wanted to make us feel secure no matter what, told us whatever we had done, or WHATEVER it was we wanted to say, she would always support us and love us. I can’t remember as I was 6 and my brother 5, but she told us years later we whispered in a corner and came back and said, what, even if we murdered you? Lol. i like your upfront being. ~Liz http://www.lizbrownleepoet.com Thanks for visiting me!
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Thank you so much for your comment. I am lucky because what I lacked in a father, my mother has made up for. I couldn’t ask for anyone else better in my life
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Hooray for mums! I miss mine like mad.
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