Will you write me a bed time story? I can't sleep.

Once upon a time there was an anon that couldn't sleep every night anon would ask other anons for bed time stories in exchange for matchsticks, but no one had any stories to tell her. Anon would start burning her matchsticks to distract herself from her mounting insomnia, and in the glow, fueled by her sleep deprived delusions, she would see visions of bed time stories being told. In the glow of the last matchstick she saw her grandmother reading finnegans wake, and died.

>>9984553
Once there was an Ugly Barnacle. He was so ugly, that everyone died! The End.

>>9984897
This was actually kind of beautiful in it's own special way, anon.

>Go to Sleep, Child

All through the day a TV creaks.
When it does at night a demon speaks.
Keep the TV on, but cover your eyes.
The voices in your head tell no lies.