The sky is pink and I am biding my time in the boiler room chewing on my neighbor's puppy paws. I kidnapped him and he is soiling my lap. There is a paw piece in the corner of my mouth. I imagine myself with this furry bit sticking out like a cigarette. It looks funny. I laugh out loud.
I hope to speak more fluently tomorrow. Maybe, maybe not.
11 comments:
be careful, mm. your chewing could spark a regenerative cascade effect. the paws may sprout into new pups for the coming revolution.
the revolution is waiting to happen, it is eager. the pups are the cavalcade.
zzzzzzz.
the pups are lining up to kick you in the face, sleeper! Awake!
There is no way I am human.
Me neither. I didn't drink enough coffee today and there is sludge on the cuffs of my pants and therefore sludge in my head.
I am zleepy too. Very zzzzzzleepy.
I am stressed. Too stressed for this thing called sleep.
hi pinhole. I don't know what you're talking about. I wanted to know if the calvalcade pups could come out and play?
the pups are ready to play, if a little agressive. they are chewy but fun nonstop. yes. time for simon says and kick the can??
I like red light, green light and duck duck goose.
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