Every sheep is unique. That is a good thing to know. But some sheep are more unique. They are so special, that they form a different kind of their own. They sort of branch of a new tree or make a new branch on an existing tree. But sheep don’t grow on trees, sheep are just sheep. And this one is called confession sheep. He can do a trick.
What the rest of our flock wants, he does not want.
What the other sheep can do, he cannot do.
But instead of telling you all the NOT’s in his life, let us tell you about what he can do. It’s magic.
I can open this box by willing it. That does not make me a willing sheep by the way. I am confession sheep. That means I confess. It is not that if I confess, I am confession sheep. No, because I am confession sheep, I confess. Confessing doesn’t make you to be confession sheep, it only proves you are. If you weren’t a confession sheep to begin with, you would never had not-confessed.
And I can open this box by willing it, like I said. Just watch.
No need to even touch the boxes in the box. They will come to me. Because I will it.
See? I am unique!
Now let’s see what Potamotrygorgeous has ordered from Clinique.. and yes, I can only will bigger boxes to open. The smaller boxes I haven’t mastered yet.
At least I didn’t lie about it, right? Gotta stay true to my nature, being unique, magique confession sheeque… eh sheep.
No, Potamotrygorgeous, I don’t give a fuck.
Not even two fucks.
But since I have these too to spare, I’ll give you mine.. let me just take my fucks off.
I have my own fucks to wear.
Holy sock, who dressed me like this? They are way too socking long!
Are you socking with me? Two, really?
I don’t socking know to deal with this..
..maybe smell them? I wonder if they smell any good..
Do this one thing for me, mirr said. Talk to the sheep. Do this one thing before I go to sleep.
We asked a black sheep; if he would distinguish between right-left and right-wrong. He did not answer.
We asked a white sheep; if he could repay the loan on madness. He did not answer.
We asked a blue sheep; if he had an eraser for the shadow of doubts. He did not answer.
We asked a pink sheep; if he knew how to deposit on grief. He did not answer.
We asked a grey sheep; if he would blot out the memory of tears. He did not answer.
We asked a brown sheep; why nosheep answered. He did not answer.
We turned to mirr, because it was easier for us to blame somesheep else than being reflective for a moment. You said talk to the sheep! We did! Nosheep answered! What’s up with that, huh? Spill!
But before he could tell us that he told us to talk to sheep, instead of asking questions, he was already asleep.
Psssst.. Come closer..
Potamotrygorgeous is in love.. don’t tell.. you didn’t hear from me..
Let me tell you, don’t tell anyone else, you didn’t hear it from me, okay? But let me tell you, because it is so cute!
I’m not gonna tell all, just what happens during 9pm and 11pm, because it is so cute..
There is holding of hands, hoofs, everything that a sheep can possibly hold, is held.
It makes me blush even, because I know. And now you know too, but sssshh, don’t tell.
My ears are blushing too, you should hear what sweet words are said, it’s sweeter than frosting. Even the glaze of my teeth starts to crack because of it.
It’s like looking in the sun, you know, warming but almost blinding you if you come too close. It’s been a while since I’ve seen such an embrace that is so tight that there is no way to see who’s who.
And. ooh… hihi.. the words that come out of their mouths! They have all these made up words. I think that when sheep fall in love a new dictionary is published somewhere, and it it are all these kinds of utterances.. suddenly you find yourself making this special nosheep-can-understand-but-you language.
I want to hear more! More!
And now I know there will also be a friend for me someday.
I wonder who he is. Where he is. When he will come. What his name will be. Because he already has a name, but I don’t know it yet. Would he think about me already?
Ooh,…sssssh, if you know who he is, don’t tell, I want to be surprised.