mm, if you carry a whooppee cushion with you it can camouflage the farts - - you just have to synch it up which will take masterful control of the sphincter area. which you have.
beauteous, mm! is this a documentary about your mountain friends? i lurve the cinematography, also the make-up and dialogue... the spirit of fellini must be occupying your beard.
cute sloth. frogs will appreciate that. i think. yeah the acting is too stiff, that was also my complaint. can't you put more expression into your faces was my constant criticism of the actors but they wouldn't listen. they were full of shit.
Yeah those are our voices. That itch on the boob part is based on this kid in my elementary school. Jason. He was hyperactive. We were all getting on a bus in 6th grade for a school trip to Washington DC. He asked one of the parents, Mrs. Wand, after she said she had an itch, whether it was on her boob. He was taken off the bus & not allowed to come on the trip which did not displease most of the girls. He was grody and mean.
Gree the delight is mine to see your name written here. It's been way too long!!! I hear tell you are up to some funny painting business in NC. Want to hear more about it.
I am deep into hopelessness as well as helplessness. However I do believe divine revelation is possible within hyperactivity. The paranoid urges are allowed to have free reign and pockets of psychosis play out in public. It is a matter of course, it can't be helped.
Plus I want to eat constantly, all the while thinking weight loss is a possibility. Plus I wish I was on an IV drip of LSD. Big bucks no whammies. This morning I dreamed that tulips were growing so fast in the rain. They shot up and bloomed within minutes, glowing from the inside. It was so pretty. I am plummeting since having woken up. Where is the justice.
Harm, I understand. I am in a state of drunken distraction. The Supreme Being of Light having seemed to forsaken me for a moment. Darkness is where I now dwell, but this duality is coming to a close. The IV drip is appealing...
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THANK YOU!! Thank you for letting me see this again. My face hurts from laughing (I'm trying to stop smiling but I can't.)
thanks for liking it peeds. you light up my life.
funny
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reowrr
hi mm. i cannot stop smiling either. i like the voices.
I want to be allowed to fart in public without fear of repercussion. HOW? FB can you help.
mm, if you carry a whooppee cushion with you it can camouflage the farts - - you just have to synch it up which will take masterful control of the sphincter area. which you have.
THIS IS SO GOOD and I love both it and you. It's super plus inspiring, too.
beauteous, mm! is this a documentary about your mountain friends? i lurve the cinematography, also the make-up and dialogue... the spirit of fellini must be occupying your beard.
love it! What a pick me up on a gray day. Can't wait to see more!
I like it MM but the actings a little stiff.
LOL!
hi frogs, i found a nice spot for you...
cute sloth. frogs will appreciate that. i think. yeah the acting is too stiff, that was also my complaint. can't you put more expression into your faces was my constant criticism of the actors but they wouldn't listen. they were full of shit.
Hi Capt'n!
hi mm... funny stuff. loved it. are those your voices altered? i like when he asks if her itch is on her boob.
Yeah those are our voices. That itch on the boob part is based on this kid in my elementary school. Jason. He was hyperactive. We were all getting on a bus in 6th grade for a school trip to Washington DC. He asked one of the parents, Mrs. Wand, after she said she had an itch, whether it was on her boob. He was taken off the bus & not allowed to come on the trip which did not displease most of the girls. He was grody and mean.
Hi Dubz!! Miss you.
oh MM
I love this and you and your writing
hoping to see you soon you weirdo
ox gree
Gree the delight is mine to see your name written here. It's been way too long!!! I hear tell you are up to some funny painting business in NC. Want to hear more about it.
xxxx
This seems sad and melancholic and forlorn and helpless, like all relationships. The lack of hope is exciting.
I am deep into hopelessness as well as helplessness. However I do believe divine revelation is possible within hyperactivity. The paranoid urges are allowed to have free reign and pockets of psychosis play out in public. It is a matter of course, it can't be helped.
In spite of harmful overtones I thought it was hopeful. I have a stomach ache. Also my boobs ache. Also my back. Also my throat. Where is the justice.
Plus I want to eat constantly, all the while thinking weight loss is a possibility. Plus I wish I was on an IV drip of LSD. Big bucks no whammies. This morning I dreamed that tulips were growing so fast in the rain. They shot up and bloomed within minutes, glowing from the inside. It was so pretty. I am plummeting since having woken up. Where is the justice.
plummeting embodies the hope of redemption, a seachange midair, a giving over to natural, unavoidable forces, love
Harm, I understand. I am in a state of drunken distraction. The Supreme Being of Light having seemed to forsaken me for a moment. Darkness is where I now dwell, but this duality is coming to a close. The IV drip is appealing...
Just lift up your leg to urinate on a rock. Your countenance complexion and outlook will improve.
I like peeing from heights; I get this incredible sense of continuity, connectedness and the sound is titillating.
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