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Thoughts of MIne As My Brain Does Kung-Fu Battle With Sleep. |
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This is it. My compendium. Funny word, compendium... abstract art. there's no skill involved, no sireee, just dots and splotches on blank paper. I could do that. I could do that now, as sleep gnaws away at my tasty, tasty brain. If I had to wear a fur coat, it would be made of lemming, for theirs is the hide which is garnished with all the flavors of the sea, and the exotic lands which lie beyond. Oh, the phone, the phone! It rings with the incessity of a spamming Republican, it does. Such abrasive noises coming from its chocolate soundbox. I could make a small pile of money selling chocolate soundboxes, yes, those with little tinkling bells inside, which ring and ring for your pleasure. Mnarg. Funny how letters like M and N are so similar, yet go together about as well as tofurkey and padlocks? So many will read, read my porcine pile of piggling words...piggling is not a word....it stands out for it does not exist according to Webster and his flying minions of robot doomage! I thirst for melon... melon of the ancient things like cheese, cheese with the delicious odor of MELON. No , I am not finished. There is much to do...so much to write like a monkey at a keyboard, it would be typing, wouldn't it. But if the keyboard was taken! Oh, such wailing would pour forth from the typing monkey's secret ice-bound lair! What would it type on? Huh? This would make an excellent screenplay. The monkey must go on a epic journey to retrieve the forks of the light fandango, for they do not belong in the hands of Hare Krishnas! No, they are for the sausage, and all who would behold what makes all the little unicorns go boom.
Silvertanuki · Tue Mar 21, 2006 @ 05:21am · 0 Comments |
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