The Fucking Sparrow

The Fucking Sparrow always carried a bag of flour that they liked to put on his head. It is a fairly odd operation, to many, but not to the Sparrow, who thinks that this idea is awesome. Honestly, a bag of flour would be the thing that was selected.

The Fucking Sparrow carried a cup that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might consider this to be a bizarre proposal, to me and my parents, but not to the Sparrow, who thought that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. Who would have thought, a cup is the item that was chosen.

The Fucking Sparrow owned a custard pie that they would often throw. It should have been a fairly original thing to do, to you, but not to the Sparrow, who assumed that the idea was miraculous. Who would have thought, a custard pie is the thing that was chosen.

The Fucking Sparrow desperately craved for a block of cheese that they liked to break. One might say this is an astonishing operation, to me, but not to the Sparrow, who feels that this idea was simply life. Honestly, a block of cheese is the item that was chosen.

The Fucking Sparrow craved for a sword that they would often throw. One might find this to be a fairly surprising activity, to some, but not to the Sparrow, who expected that it was in fact, magnificent. Strangely, a sword being the chosen item.

The Fucking Sparrow wanted a mug to try to nail to the wall. It should have been a fairly surprising exercise, to some, but not to the Sparrow, who had decided it was breathtaking. Remarkably, a mug being the chosen item.