Sunday, May 29, 2005

blessings to you

Mountain man, we salute you from across the river styx. I am on the other side but sending good feeling and magical Klonopin. You are a dear and honorable guy. Take care.

I am in exile. There is a girl being made in tiny strokes with powerful breasts which peak in the direction of the heavens. Her eyes are glorious in lightness, a Eutruscan spiritualist, a congueror. Many will surround her dance in theatrical fervor. Next we discuss hand jobs of a punitive nature. Deprevation of the flesh as medicinal gesture. there is more to come, so to speak.

12 comments:

friend of sushi said...

you need some powders for your exilations.

Anonymous said...

we love you sushi blameful

Barney Hemstone said...

Sushi is much worshiped in this kingdom of tartletness. Nice words of soothe to the eyes of MM. He is lucky. The Etruscan ways were vainglorious. I am enamored with the x-change of wword power issued here. Please drink Yogo Sun with me. It comes in pouches.

Harm Dissipates said...

MM has rejoined the status, but is not ready to come out yet. He is empty of words, awash with impressions and tight-lipped editing and dodging of bullets. He thanks you for the support which was much appreciated after his long day.

Toto said...

I saw MM sitting in a large open lawn with many others. Ritual life measurements were enacted before him. He watched as a sylphic hatch traversed the wormhole. He sat in the middle, between two sides of possible peregrination but he remained calm and traumas did not fully materialize.

Now he is home sitting in front of his computer with an email from the rotund fouler that he cannot yet examine. He fears to view it will ruin his night. I think he is right. This ether message promises to be nasty to the gutteral deepest, as MM's last transmission contained harsh words, harsh but deserved, I can assure you. He may wait until tomorrow to view it. A good night's sleep and some coffee to fortify him as he views the bile-like spew that awaits. He wants his gold coins, not the spew. A bounty hunter may need to be consulted, one that wages war with words and paper...

Sylphic Hatch said...

I did traverse it and now I am plenty of the other, ready to be better than those who preceded me, awash in luck and brain movements on the skin, projecting an aspect that is most pleasing to every eye. It is luck I am possessed with. I will try to help in any way I can.

Sushi Blameful said...

Mountain, you very high. Much sun still. His corpulence is no eclipse and very bad luck. Open, put inside and burn if must back. You have many good.

No Eclipse said...

How are your sushi ways sushi? how is your rice?

Anonymous said...

There is someone who is fouled upon no intent of blame unto him. Sushi do not blame for it is not him who fouled on himself. This is bad, it is verdant wrong. I am sad and concerned beyond belief. If it were up to me I would ride him in the wagon of sylphic hatch and better him. I am angry that it hasn't happened already. Concern is an understatement. Please assist with the winds on his wagon.

Doktor Wyrd said...

I can assist with this illness of damn. Apply sacks of druid fluid to the torso in waves. Wait fifteen minutes between rounds. Transmit love continuance in variance relation to the corpus of hair. Love with all the actions of one. Please try harder.

Border Patrol said...

it has germinated, is half the problem. the germination comes in spores, they hatch on the hour. awareness of time counts for public ounces on the interactions of many on the none. sylphic hatches are the promise of loveliness. you may be jealous in the short term, but you are bettered and enhanced due to their existence.

Macro Fly said...

Portions are doled out to the less fortunate. I can see her: she is wan, puffed abou the eyes, with snow on the mountaintop. It is shrunken, sallow. You are not to participate, you think, and yet you do, and it is fine.