You don't have to rhyme it

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Please keep some sense in the storyline.
NO DOUBLE POSTING PLEASE!

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The story so far:
It all started when i saw that girl, and decided to ask if she trusts me. But deep inside me my liver rotted unchecked. I knew the end was not very far, but i had to cook dinner for two. Persist with that question, and two became one. I slowly went paranoid and picked it up. As the smoke rose about my shredded body, i decided to run away from heavenly bong and kill random ladies and then bury them. It rained last night and the ceiling leaked. A child was born and another followed it; still leaking? use durex. Children of the dune sing songs without tunes. They dont wear diapers but are foot tappers, and also chain snatchers. The children saw light and changed their minds; unto themselves they vowed not to growup anymore, until they were ready. So they sat together and thought about it. Immediately Rinky saw his point of view. So Rinky laughed out loud; and they killed rinky, the bastard child massacre. they now remember rinky unknown, unplanned and dead, and wonder what if if there aint ifs'n'buts, what tinkers would do to continue the story which is going nowhere and taking up space. Took a dramatic turn which may be fun
and exiciting to some, but boring for others. However, moving on, the story has new characers, unprettier than Jaan's avataar, which is rather funny and pretty horny too! With horns and tail, but with inner beauty and lust for love.
The story continues:
It was Rinku's ghost...
"Consequences, shmonsequences! So long as I'm rich!" - Daffy Duck.