Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Confusing Scenario
The wishing in the well slowed me down. I was lowered into the brick well by a pulley system, operated by my friend Chet. I got all the way into the moist dank pit and began to wish upon wish. First I wished for solace. Then I wished for gentrification. Then I wished for ablutions. I began to wish for things I didn't really want but I couldn't stop. I cried for Chet to lift me out and it seemed as though it took forever. When I emerged, dirty and harrowed, he noticed a tumor bulging above my left eye, hanging over it slightly. It felt like a bit of muck stuck on me. This morning I when I awoke, the tumor was blinding my left eye - when I close my right eye I can only see a blurry slit of visual information. I believe this is punishment for wishing for the wrong things. Please be careful you don't do the same.
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Be careful and tread lightly. Cover your eye with a pirate patch like PD does. You can buy one at the pirate supply store on Graham Ave. in Williamsburg. Defy what you see with your bad eye, it is poison information. Your right eye may betray you today. Tread with caution.
I sense many troubles & I am sorrowful to the upmost highest. Can I suggest hidey holes? squirreling away? Ham Paw, the tale of the machine room is haunting. I reject all transferences and stripes. There is an upcoming transference approaching beige world also. They are constructing a pit with stadium seats. This is true.
slurrrlerl slorp slorp graruilual
Many wishes bad luck me too. Wish for much sun and get dark, wish for double happiness and find trouble....only thing good is most get needs, and that bring sun inside. Tomorrow luck and sun from black hole now.
but sometimes the wishing is so fruitless. it is hard not to despair. my heart is pouring out the sympathies to you MM. Do not despair. I don't think you can ever wish for the wrong thing. Ham Paw is right. Let your eye be free.
i wished to write a good song but something was wrong with the well.
Mountain Man, the well is inverted. Go to the top of your mountain and make mountain-wishes, with an open heart. This is guaranteed to work.
blurgle borlam plrororg limmmniun glorpskd blurr blinh
hey glorp, are you from another planet? Is your tongue in backwards? Mouth full of marbles? All of the above?
brouglie loribbel
maybe it's scat.
glorp. I get you. you express yourself freely and without restraint.
Glorp is fun in lack of understanding. MM is fully frothy now, feeling better, I can see him from hear. His stubble glistens from the balms applied yesterday.
I am overarching over all of you, making you darker, more wary. You like it.
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