Saturday, June 25, 2005

He Was There

But we missed him. We were busy perusing other items. All along, just imagine this, the leopard man darted to and fro amidst us with lackluster sense-precision, he wanted to be us and be with us. Instead he was lonely and unseen, attendant in the worst ways. I have felt empathy with him in the past, but now in his forlorn state, I only feel disgust. Please stop I implore him, stop mirroring our behaviors for the worse aspect. Please leave us to determine value for ourselves. But he does not and we have to adapt to this. The cakes are headed our way, the sweetness is rising. Good night sweet ether companions. Thank you for your juice.

16 comments:

wala said...

this creature, i would like to invite him for lunch. but, what would you serve a being like that? if he mirrors me,i would be amused and not unhappy.

krixfort said...

is his name Fred? I think it is. He approached me on the street once and asked to sing for me. I declined the offer.

hammy pawlette said...

your relics looked glorious! LOVE!

mountain man said...

His name is Monster Isaac, he takes after Monster Spank. Monster Spank, you are right that it is not unhappy for him to mirror us. It was in the misinterpretation on my part that it became disgusting. He was my worst dread and fear for my behavior. In the middle of the night it seemed more intense, but now, in the glory of the hangover state, I do not fear him anymore. He moves too quickly to see. This dartabout is helpful.

Liquid Generosity said...

I was also there, you all saw me but did not know it. I was consumed and enraptured by your taste tentacles and poured my cloudy bits into your mind. This is why you have headache now.

Congratulations on your lovely ensemble. That there was no dork dancing was the only item of unforgiveness.

Horst said...

I wanted to share with you all that I have finally figured out how to float in a well. I pump helium in through my piehole and it's party time from there on out. Thanks for the vote of confidence Fairy.

mountain man said...

MM is pursuing sticks deep into the woods this week. He will rumble further and learn about the forebearers of weeds, mushrooms and stones. The Juggler from the Woods may emerge if the right request is made. Bark and tadpoles will be eaten. Snakes will be charmed.

sloth said...

MM, Ply those mossy sticks with joy and vigor! Beat your fluffy chest with them and make random fart-sounds and jerky spiral motions -- you are due some celebration after your labors.

Slothy has been thinking about your intricate new relics and their powerful charms. They show that you know much of the world of Log and its parallel environs. They give pleasure and transcendence. And oh, that cross-hatching!

Big, smelly sloth-hugs to you, MM!

Joe, of Joe's Bowling Pins and Juggling Supplies said...

Hey, if you see the Juggler, tell him to pay up! He owes me big money.

fairy butler said...

Yes MM, splendid relics! They are dominating and shining forth, beckoning us to visit these mystical environs and dance our eyes on their curvy wonderousnesses. Shining diamonds.

Horst, I am glad to hear you are finally getting it together with the well. I knew you could do it!

fairy butler said...

I will keep my eyes peeled for any chelsea jugglers or their kin. I am entering dangerous territory shortly. I am warlike today with the invisible rat army flanking me spy-like. When they see my sign the nibbling will begin. I am carrying a paralyzing net also. attatched to a long yardstick.

sloth said...

Best of luck, FB. You are brave and powerful.

krixfort said...

MM, I must look at your drawings again so that I may contemplate them more fully. I was slightly overwhelmed.

mountain man said...

Thank you FB and Sloth! And Krix, we can all understand that you were overwhelmed. You remain most brave in my estimation. It was a lot of information to take in, I think. But so much fun and delight to make meetings with all together. PD was missed, I have heard from her that she was ill with the headstinx.

Good Luck today Fairy, it will not be as bad in the experiencing as it is in the anticipating, I hope. Smelly hugs back to Sloth. Drool on Sloth's shoulder.

mountain man said...

I am immersed in the wooded area. There are small cocoons everywhere. Croakers and fireflies that I pretend are ghosts with lighters. I took Krakow, my donkey, outside to visit with the ghosts and croakers, I have never seen him so calm and sedated. He is normally a very excitable donkey. Today I will excavate deep in the woods and build myself a true MM hut. I am hoping my teeth will turn black and my MM stench will reign supreme. I will de-activate myself of etiquettes and become wild like the grasses.

ham paw said...

MM, hampaw has begun his investigation. Please take note.