I am finally awake and have shot all the kitty/shape shifters. They were so rotten. But in defense of kitten 1, 2 and 4, they are reall kittens and will not be shot to death.
Kitten #3 for a split second was a tall man in knee high shiny yellow boots and a hairy body. So hairy he needed no clothes. Hairier than MM, hairier than Yeti. His burnished fangs glistened with moist death juice. Then he shriveled and permanently evaporated. It was very much like a scene from Charmed.
Yes PD I did take a brief snooze due to my lack of sleep for another lonely night in a row. I sneeze, I sniffle, I dope myself up on the anti-histamines but it's still a no-go for MM. MM is beginning to think he is allergic to his own fur. I have purchased power cuffs in an attempt to ward off the vibrations of the leaf-tree dialectic.
Randy, that is an interesting question. My collar is special and does not relate to the cuffs. The collar signifies my half animal status (half man, half woman, half animal = MM) but the cuffs are protectants from the axes of dread that permeate into my boundary from time to time.
The Root of Evil sends me flowers like this. I have always refused them but this time I wish to accept. I may risk death but I also may gain a cash prize or what's behind door number 3 which could be a lovely dinette set.
Lavendar distress is worse than other colors of distress, from what I have heard from the word on the street. Coming in second, from what I have heard, is maroon.
sloth sees wormholes all the time, but always thought there were just worms in there. Sometimes one pokes his little wormy head out. Are these worms from the future?
Preston I am a depressive. Maybe I could use some warming ovens of your skills to prevent me from killing myself. My dinette set is not coming through.
Chunk of Drunk you are setting a good example. The tide is turning today. Let's eat and rape. Let's chew and punch our way into the undeserving closed holes of eyes mouths bums and the like. Metal pounder fists and sharp knife like teeth will propogate disfigurement on the ones who are useless.
I am chanting at a low frequency, remembering older times for all of us and mourning the loss of before yet bringing enhancement salutations in the form of nostalgic wave-fields and knowledge that memories re-order ghosts into puzzle formations that lock in desire and fruitfulness and block out negative sensory input.
There is no time for foresaken feelings when foresaken only happens to those who are units of oneness. You are surrounded by prowling juggler hybrid clowns of fun and reinforcement.
Watching is for health Ham Paw. Watching performs cleansing in the eyes like flush for them. Performances become a product of the watcher, so do the fights and sexes.
The watcher produces the antagonistic unions. The watcher is somewhat orderly on the landscape, making little naughty tikes where there was only barren terrain.
The scenes of naked fighting are so small and distant like little whispers. The flora is the ordering principle. The movements are tiny but harsh. The allegory is trouble-making on the horizon, creeping out from the curtains and caves. There is something coming.
The flora is a principle of symbol or sweetness. Is it domesticated or wild? It hovers in the foreground or above the scene in the sky. Is it like the curtains? Is it a product of the terrain or handed into the scene by an outside force? Is it godlike? Sometimes there is a larger one who is the focus. Is the larger one being spoken to by the smaller ones? Or are the smaller ones aspects of its personality? Or outward manifestations of its fears and dreads? I am trying to decode.
Moments of domestication can anchor the general mayhem and nude wildness. Perhaps it is context providing. Perhaps it makes the scene more theatrical, like the curtains. And what about the roller coaster? It is wild like the people.
The bouquet in the vase is in the foreground, the wind blows in from the side and swirls around into the fight scene. Incongruous but tasty. There is unifying principle in the movement from one into the other.
Floral sex you are Preston in disguise. If you are not careful you may be miniaturized and thrown into battle with wood clubs. It may be time for you to defend yourself in primal fights.
If you are afraid of your chair and are staying close to your seat, you are truly a paradox. Are you ok? Can you spy on yourself with a compact mirror?
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Book 'em, Dano.
ReplyDeletethis is tricky business. NOT FUNNY! Shape-shifters are present at many junctures. Do not be caught of guard.
ReplyDeleteWow that lady looks like fun up there. I like the kitty too, he seems like he deserves to be put in the slammer. but wow that girl is cute.
ReplyDeleteThat kitty is naughty as sin. I thought he looked like a perp.
ReplyDeleteI am over-whelmed by things like lol.
ReplyDeleteWow! Kitties are so devilish.
ReplyDeleteMM, WAKE UP!! Kitties are sneakin' in...this is a danger you cannot afford...sniffle
ReplyDeletePD, are you allergic to kitties or to demons?
ReplyDeleteBoth...but mainly kitties. I can deal with demons if I drink enough Jack D.
ReplyDeleteI am very nervous.
ReplyDeleteUse your talons!
ReplyDeleteI am finally awake and have shot all the kitty/shape shifters. They were so rotten. But in defense of kitten 1, 2 and 4, they are reall kittens and will not be shot to death.
ReplyDeleteMM, did Kitten #3 revert back to the demon-shape upon death? Thank you.
ReplyDeleteKitten #3 for a split second was a tall man in knee high shiny yellow boots and a hairy body. So hairy he needed no clothes. Hairier than MM, hairier than Yeti. His burnished fangs glistened with moist death juice. Then he shriveled and permanently evaporated. It was very much like a scene from Charmed.
ReplyDeleteDid you nap MM? Aw, you are so lucky! I hope I do not doze when we confer.
ReplyDeleteI have helped many, if only for a short time, nap and dream.
ReplyDeleteYes PD I did take a brief snooze due to my lack of sleep for another lonely night in a row. I sneeze, I sniffle, I dope myself up on the anti-histamines but it's still a no-go for MM. MM is beginning to think he is allergic to his own fur. I have purchased power cuffs in an attempt to ward off the vibrations of the leaf-tree dialectic.
ReplyDeleteit takes only a moment to get from here to there...
ReplyDeleteSplit second you are a dear.
ReplyDeleteSplit Second, may I call you SS?
ReplyDeleteDo your power cuffs match your power collar?
ReplyDeletessssssssertainly...
ReplyDeleteI am venomous today and wishing for toxins to come in the disguise of fragrant flowers. I want to die from them.
ReplyDeleteWho would give you such flowers Tammy?
ReplyDeleteRandy, that is an interesting question. My collar is special and does not relate to the cuffs. The collar signifies my half animal status (half man, half woman, half animal = MM) but the cuffs are protectants from the axes of dread that permeate into my boundary from time to time.
ReplyDeleteMind the fields.
ReplyDeleteThe Root of Evil sends me flowers like this. I have always refused them but this time I wish to accept. I may risk death but I also may gain a cash prize or what's behind door number 3 which could be a lovely dinette set.
ReplyDeletehalf-shark, alligator, half-man...
ReplyDeleteYou have an interesting take on the body image.
ReplyDeletepretty things are often poisonous... coral snakes, jellyfish, bright berries that give the stomach pains... the loveliest flower can be the most evil.
ReplyDeletePower Mower, to wich fields do you refer?
ReplyDeleteTammi, I for one am hoping you get that dinette set. I have always wanted one.
ReplyDeleteI am beholding the theories here. Flowers are evil. Feral persons. Mowed fields. To what end?
ReplyDeleteThe mind fields of lavender distress.
ReplyDeleteSloth you are so knowledgeable. In your log, do you read thick books about natural phenomena. It appears to me that you are somewhat of an expert.
ReplyDeleteLet's confer about your suffering MM. I do not like to hear anything troubling about you.
ReplyDeleteNow.
ReplyDeleteLavendar distress is worse than other colors of distress, from what I have heard from the word on the street. Coming in second, from what I have heard, is maroon.
ReplyDeleteIt is possible for me to enter the present but only through transient wormholes. I must read up.
ReplyDeleteThese kittens that shift shapes...are they modernists?
ReplyDeleteI just saw this sucky film called "Revenge of the Sick"
ReplyDeleteI am accessible only late in the night after the proper ritualistic entrances have been opened through elixirs and trances. I will reveal more later.
ReplyDeleteI am rolling on the floor with expression.
ReplyDeleteThe shape shifters are tribal aliens. Modernista, be very careful if you see one. Make sure you have your taser.
ReplyDeleteHey all. I am just super happy today! I had so much oral sex last night, that I may not have it again for months.
ReplyDeleteI hate modern dance.
ReplyDeletePreston you are a ho-bag. Do you have herpes?
ReplyDeletesloth sees wormholes all the time, but always thought there were just worms in there. Sometimes one pokes his little wormy head out. Are these worms from the future?
ReplyDeleteAh, so that is where Robert Smith and Bobby Storr got that term. Geez, now I am disappointed.
ReplyDeleteNo, my ladies use dental damnations and my boys (I don't do very often) use condoms.
ReplyDeleteSloth there may be 2 different kinds of wormholes but I am not sure. Do you have a book on them?
ReplyDeletePreston I am a depressive. Maybe I could use some warming ovens of your skills to prevent me from killing myself. My dinette set is not coming through.
ReplyDeleteHey Tammi shut your little puss face. I will jam your mouth full of fist then pork you with my pink torpedo.
ReplyDeleteSure Tammi, I do pro-boner work. How 'bout next week?
ReplyDeleteChunk of Drunk you are setting a good example. The tide is turning today. Let's eat and rape. Let's chew and punch our way into the undeserving closed holes of eyes mouths bums and the like. Metal pounder fists and sharp knife like teeth will propogate disfigurement on the ones who are useless.
ReplyDeleteI am frightened. Did you see what Fairy Butler did to my best friend? I am on the lam.
ReplyDeleteI love modern dance.
ReplyDeleteHi everyone.
ReplyDeleteI am on the lame.
ReplyDeleteI just bled all over my pants. I have to sit very still.
ReplyDeletehi krix, there is nothing lame about you. unless you have hurt your leg and have not yet told us.
ReplyDeleteanonymous, are you on your monthly cycle? or is this another cause of bleeding like self inflicted wounds? are you sure the blood is on your pants?
ReplyDeleteyou are so gross! Why don't you jump around and air yourself out?
ReplyDeletelameness is sometimes a state of mind, uni tard. It is not that bad. I am embracing it.
ReplyDeleteIt is on my pants for personal reasons. I am not leaving my seat for many hours.
ReplyDeleteLameness is truthful for all of us. It is useful as well considering your time machination of deliverance within the physical body of your own.
ReplyDeleteLameness is bringing of fortitude when acknowledged. It smells of porpoise meat.
ReplyDeleteanonymous, maybe you need someone to bring you a treat.
ReplyDeleteI am forsaken, like christ on the cross.
ReplyDeleteI am chanting at a low frequency, remembering older times for all of us and mourning the loss of before yet bringing enhancement salutations in the form of nostalgic wave-fields and knowledge that memories re-order ghosts into puzzle formations that lock in desire and fruitfulness and block out negative sensory input.
ReplyDeletewow blue sock...that is deep.
ReplyDeleteit gives me the deep sleeps.
There is no time for foresaken feelings when foresaken only happens to those who are units of oneness. You are surrounded by prowling juggler hybrid clowns of fun and reinforcement.
ReplyDeleteWatching is for health Ham Paw. Watching performs cleansing in the eyes like flush for them. Performances become a product of the watcher, so do the fights and sexes.
ReplyDeleteThe watcher produces the antagonistic unions. The watcher is somewhat orderly on the landscape, making little naughty tikes where there was only barren terrain.
ReplyDeleteThe scenes of naked fighting are so small and distant like little whispers. The flora is the ordering principle. The movements are tiny but harsh. The allegory is trouble-making on the horizon, creeping out from the curtains and caves. There is something coming.
ReplyDeleteThe flora is a principle of symbol or sweetness. Is it domesticated or wild? It hovers in the foreground or above the scene in the sky. Is it like the curtains? Is it a product of the terrain or handed into the scene by an outside force? Is it godlike? Sometimes there is a larger one who is the focus. Is the larger one being spoken to by the smaller ones? Or are the smaller ones aspects of its personality? Or outward manifestations of its fears and dreads? I am trying to decode.
ReplyDeleteMy part is swaying and it is painful.
ReplyDeleteMoments of domestication can anchor the general mayhem and nude wildness. Perhaps it is context providing. Perhaps it makes the scene more theatrical, like the curtains. And what about the roller coaster? It is wild like the people.
ReplyDeleteI am hiding from all of you.
ReplyDeleteThe bouquet in the vase is in the foreground, the wind blows in from the side and swirls around into the fight scene. Incongruous but tasty. There is unifying principle in the movement from one into the other.
ReplyDeleteFloral sex you are Preston in disguise. If you are not careful you may be miniaturized and thrown into battle with wood clubs. It may be time for you to defend yourself in primal fights.
ReplyDeleteI do.
ReplyDeleteOkay, you found me out. What gave it away? The sex?
ReplyDeleteYes Preston. It was your aroma of love that you wanted to loose on us.
ReplyDeleteI'm hobbling along.
ReplyDeleteoops, I've had an accident.
ReplyDeleteI am fearful of my chair. I am staying close to my seat.
ReplyDeleteMy chair is the bane of my ass. I have an ass-ache.
ReplyDeleteIf you are afraid of your chair and are staying close to your seat, you are truly a paradox. Are you ok? Can you spy on yourself with a compact mirror?
ReplyDeleteI am putting on a loin cloth to go meet PD for some purina dog chow at the pier.
ReplyDeletewhy are you so tardy?
ReplyDeleteI have spied on myself and I saw the scary thing I dread. I must stay very still and not refill the printers.
ReplyDelete