In grade 5, me and a friend spent so many lunchtimes feeding them at school.
We'd discuss their various personalities, and try to name them.
The teachers would tell us off, but we wouldn't care. Whats more, we didn't even get bored.
Before then, when i was really little, I...
I will fly into your story, **** on it, and fly away.
It might be a sweet smelling and funny ****. But it's a **** nonetheless.
You can try to follow me.
But I'm a seagull.
I have no idea what any of this means.