Existential Terror and Breakfast 3 [preview]

It was a Wednesday morning and Malcolm thought his oatmeal looked bleak. He quickly corrected himself in his mind because he had actually meant "bland". His oatmeal looked bland. It bothered him that bleak still made more sense in his head. That was actually what he meant. There was no reason to correct himself. His oatmeal was bleak. Incredibly bleak. He realized now that bleak was the right word because it was bland, but more importantly, because it was a symptom for something else...--->READ MORE AT REVFITZ.COM!!!<---


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