Night of the 22nd day
It just happened; I speak in no tongues or riddle rhymes. A flying lizard asked for $2 bang-bang tonight. Beating on my bedroom window, now, just past midnight. It rapped it filthy wings against the glass in the most wicked of ways. How gross it was, Lisa it called itself. Rubbed herself all over the window. Ruined my view of my laundry curtains. I took no more of it; out I got and frantically beat her away in the most unimaginable of ways. With a god worshipping fly swatter thing from hellish dimensions full of evil preachers from beyond the grave. I don't care how wet she said she was. I wasn't cleaning up after her. Fleas would roam the streets naked if I let that monstrosity inside.
Where Does The Fiber Flow?
Where Does The Fiber Flow?
posted by A Twig-Like Hermit at 10:37 pm
8 Comments:
Fear not, for soon I will create the three most longest sentences I have ever ingeniously concocted from my unimaginably, amazing intellect that reaches beyond my own ingenious boundaries. Did I say that right? It will be long and it will be far. But you must wait for the sunshine to burn your eyes before you can ever hope to plant your eyes on my words and learn the face walk. Yes the secret to walking with your face. Now you are in my thrall and it shall continue until I reveal the secret which I have yet to unravel before you eyes. But when it happens, you must not, plant your eyes directly upon them, for they will absorb your sockets.
I think I've teased enough now. But it will come. Maybe I should do a count down for you?? Sweet days dozing off in wondrous torment, longing for the ancient art of the face walk. Night :P
i need you to have a counter.
You have almost got to be a trucker, as you sound just like one in my minds ear from this post! Lot Lizards and all that!
No you are mistaken. I am no ideously deformed rat-monkey trucker that you speak of. Nope. I am simple and can't even drive a truck. But I am sure you will see the light as I blind you for saying such wonderously awful things that are simply the whole and nothing but the untruth. I am a proud hermit and a hermit I shall be...because I can't deal with the foul demonic fiends raiding my own home, let alone deal with the beasts that lurk in the wilderness. I'll stay right here thanks, but thanks for your comments :) Please come again.
sick and twisted but brilliant!
Sick and twisted you are said me
Who am i you ask
You know who i am, i'm closer than you think, just look at your filthy creature and tell me who you think.
My filthy creature said it can't use the computer anymore. I am not sure you are the creature that you speak of, or else I am confusing you with some other creature of which I am unsure of. Are you speaking to me, or are you speaking to yourself? Or are there two anonymous said's? I'm freaking out, the trolls have warped my mind to the depths of angelic hell dimensions!Ahhhhhhh! I felt it crack just a little...
Hi! Just want to say what a nice site. Bye, see you soon.
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