2016-02-11 at 6:07 AM UTC
Molly had ringworm.
She had ringworm and she had it bad. Big time. All over her body, inside and out, in her hairs and limbs and cracks and crevices. In her guts and bones and blood and brain. She had ringworm and she had the worst case of ringworm that you ever did see. That you ever have heard of and ever will hear of. This case of ringworm was of a drastic, nasty, miserable type, ongoing and persistently relentless and it’s delivery of torment and anguish this case of ringworm indeed was a vile one. Molly had it bad and there was nothing she could do because Molly didn’t have a way out.
You see, Molly was only 8 and she didn’t have a way out of the locked room she was in. She didn’t have a way out and wasn’t yet sure if her mama was gonna come back and let her out of the room. Molly with the ringworm didn’t yet know that mama was laying in a pool of her own blood just outside the door. Molly usually didn’t have time to think about anything like that because she just hurt. She hurt so bad. So bad and so often, so continually ongoing was the hurt and anguish, and Molly couldn’t stop it.
Molly let the ringworm consume her brain, she had no choice and let the ringworm take over her body; take control of her functions and ultimately determine her actions. The ringworm was so prevalent that it showed in her eyes, and on the crude, yellow sores littering her body, and her tongue; the boils and burrowed homes of the ringworms all over her tongue; their favorite part of Molly’s body. Their favorite part of any body.
The ringworm took over and Molly was soon no longer Molly but a puppet for the ringworm. A puppet for the horrible infestation to now control and maneuver, onward and forward, to the next home, to the next neighbor. Molly would now act as the puppet in the ringworm movement, one child at a time, one mother at a time, one life a time.
You likely have it now; ringworm that is. You likely have a case of it although it may be very minor it’s still a case, and you still indeed may very well have it. Ringworm, my friends. If you don’t think you have it, you probably do. If you do think you have it, you absolutely do. The worst part is that there is no way of knowing for certain. Not until the ringworm is great enough to tell you itself, and the ringworm lets you slowly die while it eats you alive. The ringworm laughs when it lets you know. You and I both know that once you are aware, there’s nothing you can do to stop it.
Check yourself, annually, for ringworm. Don’t become a vehicle for murder.
2016-02-11 at 6:16 AM UTC
aldra
JIDF Controlled Opposition
still better than ringpiece worms though.
