/lit/ - Literature

Fishfuck McFish, light that looks all wavy and squiggly because it's being viewed from underwater, water of my loins. Ever since the first day I met Fishfuck I've wanted to stick my wiener in her. It was seven years ago next week, January 7, 20XX , the day my life was chewed up and generally changed in shape and quality like the pieces of gum that Mathilda stuck on the peepholes of the door of her and Leon's targets in a The Professional.
It was "at" "a" party a " buddy" of "mine" was hosting, meeting Fishfuck that is,I had been at the party for about seventy-nine hours already and was pretty wasted on a rad combination of alcohol-free beer and alcohol-containing beer, personally I can't stand beer, but I also can't stand the sight of my own blood and that doesn't stop me from taking my razors and slicing into my arms, legs, anywhere to make me feel, anywhere to make me human. Then, she flopped in, she was the single most okay-looking girl I had ever seen, but that's fine, looks aren't everything. She had just come over to my friends party from another party somewhere in Dublin, which is pretty impressive because my friend's party was in Texas.
Anywho, the second I laid my eyes on her, I turned away, but once my brain had processed exactly what it had just been blessed with viewing, I turned back. I needed her. With enough liquid confidence (alcohol) in my blood to kill me four times over, I strutted my sweet little ass right on over 2 that babe and said, "Sex me?" She simply nodded and then we had sex in a bed that was in the house that was with party, but not Dublin, Texas.
End.

Did I do well, /lit/?