By Gretchen Gales
It’s true. I left him for Saturn. I tried chewing and chewing my world into smaller bits so he could swallow them and still complained he could not walk it. He was the horse incapable of drinking. You should be grateful, Chew. I could have been a total loser. Chew. But I love you. Chew, swallow. We’ll never stop loving each other. I leave it in my mouth. I tried my best, you just don’t want to see my potential. Gag. Spit. He live Tweets from the lowest pit of Kronos’ stomach that he feels some force pushing him to learn some sort of lesson.