Shhhhh!!!! It is so late, it is approximately 1:30 am and Mountain Man is awake and can't sleep. The daytime is far off so I must establish a nighttime Intensity Meeting of the Minds. We are on a bus to Weehawken, which is a town at an insecure location that I am unfamiliar with. On the bus there is talk of spirituality and the like, all forms of intensity and favorite foods. One favorite that we all agree on is pudding. Another is Polish Chew. If you have never had Polish Chew you are truly missing out on a great treat, it comes in so many flavors and is stretchy like taffy. Sweet and stretchy, two qualities worth emphasizing.
The babies have temporarily stopped plaguing but I am sure they will resume their monstrous multi-faceted attack in the morning. I know about hiding in the hairbrush, the tacos, the glass of water, the hard drive. We are onto you babies. You cannot win this round.
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Thanks MM, after seeing these bad babies I feel better about having stumps.
Your intensity meeting was successful. Please avoid escalators today.
There was an error in trying to access your intensity meeting, we will have to shut down the computer. All unsaved intensity will be lost.
Never Lose your intensity...THINK DIFFERENT.
I am sorry for anything I have done to cause this baby epidemic. I am disgusted by these bad babies. They should be quite sorry and with luck, they will be.
Thank you empathy channel, I will wish myself good luck in avoiding escalators. As a general rule, I am not a fan, as I am always afraid my hair will get stuck.
Yesterday was one instance of true difficulty for everyone, with the babies and their screwed up presentation. Good for you for attempting to catch them. I stayed fearfully by the pond all day and night, hoping it would pass. I missed the Midnight Meeting of the Minds, but I probably would have been too shy to try the polish chew.
I am a coward.
I am warding off all of you with nightmare sticks and glue guns. Please pipe down, I cannot rest with all the murderous doomsaying. I cannot function in this din.
Some people say I look like a baby but I am not. I hope no one will curse me by accident. I am a nice piece of gelatin made to look like mutton. It's different for me. I am temperature-sensitive. I should stay indoors.
I am in love with Juicy Woodwitch. Who is she? She is a darling.
I am in love with Ham Paw. I wonder where he is today.
interesting - - I was also involved with a late night meeting of the minds last night. we were witness to multiple acts of falling down, off of bicylces, waterskis, streets...there were also some horrible dumb dogs. The babies left a phantasmagoric mark on all of us creatures.
Babies are erasable.
I no longer fear their chalky presence; but the din, ohhhhh, the din.
I love me.
You are not up to you; you are tired.
How do minds meet, FB?
Spock knows, doesn't he?
I took "Intensity" last night. I was so intense I scared me.
I am feeling a distinct lack of Intensity. However there is a residual shimmery softness to the "Intensity" I took last night and it is making me want to roll in mud.
I know what you mean. It is like I am getting and wanting a massage at the same time. It is a needy softness, like mud.
Intensity is like Ecstasy or Pills, no? That is not what I meant about last night. I just couldn't sleep and therefore communed with souls on my magic bus. I am confused.
Dirth, hi. You are a gamesman.
Hi again. I am so sleepy today. The dogs were barking, yes, maybe that was part of it. The cats were biting my head too. And there was breaking glass and yelling. But also, despondency.
Souls are confusing.
They lack the specificity needed to push around.
Even I am too tired to help anyone escape.
I am going to bite you.
Wanna ride?
there was much to do near my hide-away last night. dying cats, hellhounds, gangsters. . .all were restless. . .what is going on?? Is it the babies? I need to know.
where to?
Bleet--FYI I 've already professed my love to Ham Paw although, I guess in Ham Paw's world there may be room for everyone's love.
I have just the topical elixir, Mountain Man. I am just back from the Netherworld with news from the Sprites of a potion that not only cures despondency, laziness and the forlorn, but agoraphobia, insomnia and ringworm. Mixing carefully in the bright sunlight (mind you this does not need be performed outside) two parts September leaves of wormwood tincture to three parts of the tenderest chicken belly until a stiff paste. After, slowly heat while stirring in goat's milk and fine freshly shaved barbera. Rub or have rubbed on affected areas, in your case a bath may do.
Tensions released, a new day dawns, and your open heart will welcome all good beings...
The sun warms us all and dispells bad thoughts. The babies have all dried up. The woods are trembling with excitement at our touch. Don't be so afraid of babies; they are unfettered desire. Teenagers are to be feared. They want to kill you and steal your fun things. They hate all that we stand for.
Stan L, my heart is pounding. I am all that you want me to be. Be careful though, I am infected with chronic despair, which sometimes makes me say mean, true things against my will.
I am an error. I will try the potions Gwendoline. Or was there just one potion. I am god awful dumb today. Hi Juicy. Are you winesap apple? I forget. Oh the horrors of truly losing one's mind!!!
The babies were damaging to my livelihood yesterday and for most of the morning today. As a result I have lost income and impluse. I am still juggling at the edge of time and space, willing to distract anyone who is in need on a case-by-case basis. I have my green satin poofy pants on today and a polka dot shirt. The cheerfulness has waned, but the intensity has waxed. I am newly cheerful adn ready to do my job.
Juggler you are downright forthright confusing but I appreciate you so therefore I accept you. You are cheerful-waning but newly cheerful. I suppose I will have to accept this contradiction in terms. I need some more coffee in order to continue with my duties, which in all honesty, are not so numerous today, thank the zog.
The evil witch Victoria has sapped my strength. She boils down my goodness, yet I love her so. I feel a shell, a hard casing to rotten merangue, like a Baked Alaska on a window sill. My sweetness leaketh. My cool clarity fervid. I must accept this puddle...
Let me lick you up. You will not be wasted.
Accept Vicky back into your heart, she will cure all.
I will have some of that rotten Baked Alaska, Mush. Please send it on down to me. I am wicked hungry today. I am letting it all hang out.
I don't want any more talk of Baked Alaska coming in and fouling up this truly lovely day. I am in love with love.
I am bumbling around through nature. I prefer the grey dullness. I have tried this Polish Chew and want to say that I like it very very much. It gets stuck in the teeth and stays there for days. I like.
Trick Knee you must be new to these parts. Why did you not join me in my Meeting of the Minds last night? Were you too afraid you would hog all the coveted P. Chew?
I wish I had met up with you at the mind meeting. I would like to try the polish chew. Instead, I was shark wrestling. not fun. I required 1,893 stitches. I look like the chick in the nightmare before christmas. My arm keeps falling off and I have to reapply it.
I love shark wrestling. Lemon sharks are the best.
As for the arm, Krixfort, just leave it off; it really is the rage this Spring.
F*%* off.
Krixfort, have you heard of Lee Press-On Limbs? They come in a variety of flavors and colors. And so easy to apply.
I have just come back from a round of sasparilla at Ned's. I sat at a table by myself and pretty quickly was surrounded by makeshift friends in all different suits and species. It was comforting, a nice way to spend my lunch hour. I will go back.
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