Wednesday, June 01, 2005

PUG VS HURRICANE

There are two beasts fighting within the physical realm of the negativity warp. Hostile fire surrounding slinking beasts inverting all that is simple. False smile and multiple personalities and tantrums are present though unexpected in light of the seemingly normal. One's daily duties become strident and strained. Pug explodes in bursts. She wants to love me but is unable to express this honest desire. Hurricane is blinded by herself. Her torment is shared.

13 comments:

ham paw said...

note: both pug and hurricane have vaginas.

ham paw said...

Note #2
Pug is a sir with inverted penis.

Note #3
Hurricane is a menace.

McFarland said...

are we talking girl-on-girl here?

Toast Tower said...

Is hurricane related to you? Tell.

Bookie said...

I'm taking bets for the Pug v. Hurricane showdown: it's 4:3 for Pug at this time. Step right up!

ham paw said...

Hurricane is a relative, Toast Tower. I could barely sleep from worry

Toast Tower said...

You must reveal the contents of what happened Ham Paw. I know Hurricane is not you but close to you in chemical bonding materiality. Please tread lightly, cease all comatose inclinations. You may hide within me if need be.

ham paw said...

I am embarrased to say that nothing new has conspired against me. It is the anticipation of strife which is disrupting my peace out. There is a hurricane of rage and unfounded hurt awaiting me and many punishments will be inflicted. I am scared by my stand on this matter. There will be future grief, but this behavior must stop. The hurricane will not ackowledge the alienated relationship until made aware of it. Perhaps some therapuetic conversation will be enlightening for her by a professional. I wish the best for the hurricane and hope that talk therapy will remedy her ailments of the self. I hear that medicines have been discarded in exchange for "body work." Thank you MM for your advice and care in this matter. I am in need of support after many decades of falling prey to the angry beast with vagina.

fairy butler said...

i am sorry to hear that the hurricane is brewing, getting ready to storm. This is unfortunate news HP. We may have to set the armies upon the hurricane and restore the medicines to their proper doses. I will shapeshift and move quickly to confuse the hurricane, shaking palms and creating waterspouts to lure it away. I will armor myself against its forces, or at least try.

ham paw said...

FB. The hurricane must cease and desist. I have tried, but perhaps in vien. I appreciate very much your shapeshifting in this matter. I have a Katie Holmes type situation on my mouth which occured last night as I was tossing with anxiety over the imminent doom. This is a rare outbreak and indicative of the hurricane's force. now I must go to jail and stare down the pug. I will NEVER answer her ring again. She is punished with insolence.

fairy butler said...

is the hurricane predicted to strike at tomorrow night dances? I am sorry to hear of the katie holmes attacks. I advise distractions, liquors, fluffy kittens. why are there always the tormentors?? everywhere they persist. We must search for a safe island for a micronation, perferably in the carribean

ham paw said...

Here is the rub. I have requested the hurricane's absence. This is a risky move, but ultimately beneficial to all those involved. This seems wrong of me, but is probably the most right thing ever. I feel like a cad.

fairy butler said...

hurricanes can wait. good for you. we will rejoice tomorrow. i can taste the alcoholic juices in my mind's eye already.