Day 96: Boredom Strikes A Pose
A Skankaliciously, malignant mole has cropped itself up out of the blue in the very undesirable place that resides next door in the building and so therefore a trashiness has become of the street and I don't know if I can bear it's hideously tormented breath that belches from within it's disgustingly dirty oesophagus of sticky goo and glop from which sprouts unknown micropilates who consistently bend and fold into nothingness so that they may become thinner and pass between the rays of light so that no one can view them or ever even notice their presence in which you will be privy too at some time in you retched life whether your old or new or even a little see through which is nothing to be ashamed of but you must admit that you are not completely towards the norm or the abnormal anomalies that strike fear into the hearts of fly’s and mosquito’s as they suck the blood and therefore life from your wrinkled sunburnt body that you couldn't or wouldn't care to look after and be a snowman like me.
Below A Sign Of Gulping Times.
Below A Sign Of Gulping Times.
posted by A Twig-Like Hermit at 6:03 pm
2 Comments:
Yes, it's one of my sentences of doom. For no matter how you try to bend the rules, you can never say it with a single breathe and so you die before you've spoken the terror. Luckily we have eyes and brains so we can just read it all to ourselves in our minds and not require brain nurishing oxygen to prvent retardism setting in to make us retarded, obviously. But anyhow, I have now exposed the 2nd most gloomy doom sentence of unbearable doom and gloomy, doomy doomnation. One day I will shock everyone with the most doomy gloom sentence of gloomy doom, but I must let you recouperate first lol. The other doom sentence is Day 44.
I like it! Good job. Go on.
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