To all the mothers out there, my name is Decoration, and I've

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To all the mothers out there, my name is Decoration, and I've been living inside your daughter for 12 seconds now.
I am the embodiment of beauty itself.
Like a vase brimming with infinity.
But maybe a little taller, and more detailed.
Yes.. that's perfect.
Oh please, don't be angry, there is really nothing you can do.
Just sit back and enjoy the story of what's going to happen next.
In a couple of months, she'll accidently squeeze her pet hamster to death which I will find deeply inspiring.
The small hamster shaped theater will be grown in her bioducts.
It is an expression of sweet tenderness for your daughter.
Inside the actors are made from living tissue, like warm puppets, they are my voyage towards the perfect theatrical hamster squeeze.
All this lavish effort just to impress your child.
Puberty hits, her body throws an adolescent tantrum, and one morning I will find myself covered in bile.
It's... embarrassing.
Something cruel will be neccessary to prevent further mishaps
After six years.. and 72 productions of the great hamster squeeze, ballets, operas, vianese waltses, sonnets, it becomes quite clear that your little princess doesn't give a shit about art.
Worse, by this point she will be seeing a young man, her innocence rots away.
It seems this man must physically enter her body in order to reproduce
What a horrible species you all belong to
I'll go to her womb, where the opening is and block it off with a massive baby, MY baby.
They will Cristen the child cervical cancer, but I prefer the name.. Decoration.
Fading away..
I suppose I'll finally understand the love she felt for her pet.
And perhaps why she squeezed too hard.
And sure.. maybe I'll feel a sense of regret.
But there you have it, if it makes you feel any better, I reccomend taking a vase and dropping it out the window.
Vases never die slowly, pissing a life away into a hospital cancer tube, oh no.
We are fragile that's true.. But we are much more poetic.. than a human.