So I was kidnapped by a S.W.A.T. team and held against my will for three violent days. They were onto me so they had to tamp things down, as it were, in my frontal region. They jabbed me in the back with stiff fingers (this is not a euphemism) and proceeded to unlock my everything, break me down in every way and practically take away my identity. They locked me in a barrel. I am ok now, so do not worry. They released me as a matter of course, believing that I have indeed learned many lessons. I may not have.
In any event, I am fascinated by leaves and mud today. I am interested in mulch. I am sowing seeds in anticipation of the friendliness that may come to me.
I am working on a wet leaves and mud statue of myself, a replica of mountainousness and misshapen attitudes. Expect it to be free-flowing and metaphorical, in possession of splendor. Mystical is a word that would not be misapplied when speaking of this new construction.
Thanks be to unity of magic under the floorboards. Glory be!
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Are you constructing a demonic oracle, a pointing netherward to the end because your brain is swaddled in hallucinogens? Are you touching the sky?
Yes, I think he is that high.
I can tell, the signs are obvious. He may very well die in his sleep one day. But worries are not for now, are they?
I am hoping we can all turn into canaries and blow and sing with the breezes. Let's dart around in mossy knoll.
MM I was waiting for you in the pond, near the large rock along the far side. You never showed. The wind caused the subtlest rippling along the surfaces but there were no XXXL disturbances, the type I was anticipating. I dipped my feet in the chilly water. I expected to be suckled by leeches but was not. I will go back and wait at the merest prompting by you.
So sorry you broken in, Mountain.
Unlocked and broken, you tremble most.
Best lesson learned inside. Most luck there.
I find impossible wood and color.
Must find sun soon.
Friendlness bring sun.
What is mulch?
Shut up Sushi!
Bleet, since when do you pretend towards the mystical, you sheep?
Mountain Man you are Abominable!
Poor little angry pinkie!!! Back again to hurt with gnashy bashes!!! Naughty pinkie!!!
Sushi you are intoning nicely. Kudos on your language of wisdom in the snakes.
I have been invited to say a word or two, if I can think of one or two, but so far I cannot. I drank too much diet coke and smoked of the angry grasses (not pot smoking). Now I am volatile. I ate hot peppers but my mouth did not smoke the way I wanted it to. I am like a broken down shack.
Pink Eye you are so pre 9/11.
Abominable, as in Abominable Snowman, little dear. It was actually a compliment to keep you from the poetry.
The SWAT team must have done a number on you, saddy.
Spare us the cutter.
Why? Pink Eye, tres unique. I am fraid of you, for starters. Let's meet at the local and have a Molson Golden. Are you ugly? Do you like to wear swimming trunks instead of underwear? I know next to nothing about your wants.
Frightening cash bar at the Mountain Shack tonight, and the prices are high.
I have a sock full of dimes that I would like to swing at the head of Sushi Blameful. Not to hurt her, but to perceive her newly.
What is this "cash bar"? I am as drunk as a skunk and I have been since may 12, 1994.
That's it, truculence; I want consciousness from everyone.
Mountain of trashed.
I am hanging around outside the Mountain Shack. I would like to share my wares and plight my troth. I would like the fetid skank to remove their pants so I may trot out my frisky sandpaper ideology (read: tongue).
Pink Eye you may not always have what you want from people. Due to you being a pain in the ass and what not. They may have it (what you want) but not show it to you out of irritation with your painfully dingy personality. But anyway, I like you. I am deeply motivated to bring awareness to your stenching soul.
Pinkeye volatile, but no light heart.
More luck careful.
Bad word no sun.
I am blaming now.
Honestly, Pink Eye, I am trying to come up with a scenario in which I coud perceive you newly too, but nothing is coming to mind, except baked potatoes, which makes little sense to me. Perhaps something else to do with sand? I will linger on this longer and hopefully have an answer for you by next Tuesday. I am just trying to be helpful.
You're lying F@#$%#@ Sh@#!
A blast of fire on you ASS, all of you.
Blame away Sushi, there is much badness going round. Much in the way of nothing plus cookies. You must be careful too, your wanton ways are veiled in sylphic underpatterning. There is no reality there. It's what everyone needs so we perceive thanks in you. Even your blaming says yes.
This world is dark tonight. Everyone please simmer down. The pond is warm and the fireflies are out, so why don't we all swim.
I am heading towards the graveyard tonight to exhume the corpses of my loveless ones. I will let you know how it goes. The worms shall feed on the eyes of the blameless. There will be hairbrushes.
Darkness is swaddling. Darkness is the way to comprehend the hidden tersitudes. Headlong into flame-consignment we are hurtling.
Yes, why don't we Gwendolint. How is it with your arms tied behind you?
Druidic.
Gwendoline last time I saw you your faces was covered in pustular green boils. I see they have transformed into tulip shaped tumors now. You are lovely.
Hairbrushes? Tonight? Oh good times at the shack....
I am purveying heat to my inner vultures and must take slumber in my shelter. Pleasant lovely voices will visit me in the night and steer my thoughts away from inundation. You too.
Good night hairbrushes.
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