Thursday, September 29, 2005
Protrusions and Mold
Side-mounted droopy protrusions can be glamorous and attractive, in an interspecies way, I have found. The rabbits flock to me and nibble. I am both offensive and desirable with my prosthetics and funny smells, my anachronistic pointless ways. This is unimportant. I really do have to go. There is mold growing in the cuffs of my pants leg. The rains make it smell...however I refuse to wash them. This is part of the Mountain Man spice. I am part of the punishment that the Lord has perpetrated on the undeserving. This world is unfair. I am part of it. I have to go.