Tonight I bantered with a lovely inflatable family. I got to finagle with them and smile broadly over flaky foodstuffs. It was the time of inversions and puffs, of potent angels of the spirit in the core of everything.
The relicshack/hotbox/mousetrap has rendered trees to me tonight. I am becoming old-fashioned and woods-oriented - except that all landscape elements are animated with the swells and fissures of skin, the clotting of arterial networks. I think of portly hussies with dripping folds and realize much satisfaction with bumpy terrain. Yes to texture and cheez-wiz style flesh that bounces back upon touch and poke.
Reality recedes, I am becoming synthetic to myself, the hairs of head and body turn to skyward holes. Sense is leaving me. Negation is stewing in the upright back. I will try to find true content in the frisbee of tomorrow. Night night.
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Puffy family equals generous family. Good luck finding content.
Breathe more deeply with plantlife. Soothe yourself by patting their cheeks.
Content will never be found in me or on me or elsewhere. You are bound to lack of fruition. Your smelling salts are under the bed.
The worst mistakes are made by finagling and not sleeping. Careful you don't become pregnant with rodent nuggets.
I am definitely pregnant with the nuggets. I am producing fire without breath. My head is stuffed like a chicken but without thought, only lack of room for thought.
Congratulations on your cranial pregnancy, Mountain Man. Administer the small shocks for health, for that healthy glow. The nuggets must be allowed to pass freely, or they will become petrified. Jiggle your head; toss it in the air like a baby.
Correction, my chickenhead has room enough for one thought which is hazy but leading me to the showers.
My brother Bobo and his wife Chichi have given birth to an actual baby. It happened over the weekend. I believe my cranial pregnancy of rodent nuggets is in excited sympathy with their momentous occasion. He is the cutest actual baby I have ever seen.
Sloth! Hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You are very smart.
Mountain Uncle! What a lucky tot. What is the niblet's name?
Slothy must engage in serious battle today. It will require strength and cunning, which are not Sloth's strong points. Potions are being administered for clear thinking.
What kind of battle Sloth? Are you well-girded and armor-covered? I wish you the best. You are a wily opponent. I am ready for back up should you require it.
It is a battle against professional manipulators. Sloth must go at them with implements. Thanks for the wishes, MM.
Make them do what you wish with mind-melding, Sloth. You can.
Baby nugget niblets!!! Woweeeeee!!!! I am wishing many magical, multi-dimensional blessings and calming vibes in the direction of our nation's capitol.
Yes, here's to Bobo and Chichi in the heart of calm.
Where did this family get their puffs? I am unsure how to get this way without surgery.
i can't wait to eat some bread dough later... puffy crescent rolls, sponge cake
Fifi, I believe it is relatively easy to catch a case of the puffs.
Sloth, I have my flail at the ready should duty call.
Congrats on uncledom Mountain Man. It will be fun. You'd better get the Candyland ready for action.
After much consideration with Chichi, we have decided against naming our hamsterdancing bundle of squeaks Master Mouse. This name only barely beat out the two runners-up:
1) Mister Peanut (on accounta his peanut-buttery diaper gifts);
OR
2) Ted Baxter The Anal Blaster (because he is flatulent and I believe one day he will wear large white clogs and yell at Mary Tyler Moore).
I sincerely hope this meets with Mountain Man's approval. If not, I fear he will dip the little shaver into some honey and leave him in the woods.
For the sake of clarity (Bobo does not sleep any longer; for all his moments are now spent cataloguing Master Mouse's facial expressions, peeps, squeaks, and other sundry folderol), Mountain Man's nephew is Master Mouse.
cool y'all. but I eat hamsters.
That's okay, I eat kitten revenge fantasies.
And Chichi eats lightning and craps thunder.
BOBO! HEEL!
Bobo, thank you for finding a minute to tell of Master Mouse and his infantile ideations. I cannot wait for him to reveal himself to us. You are a delightful brother Bobo and Chichi is a force to be reckoned with.
Master Mouse I am dreaming of your cute face which I will poke lightly when I behold you for the first time. Do not fear me, I am Uncle MM, a gentle giant.
MM, be sure to wear the hammer pants when you visit Master Mouse. You don't want to scare the little one with your goat legs and appendages, etc. It is better to be loose, baggy and comfortable.
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