Day 157: Spherical Damnation

The end is nye my little fiends. How could you see the signs? When it was created i could see only horrible filth of demeaning grace. So i flicked the tube and went to bed. But this wobbles with such flexability and it shines with glee. I believe it is some kind of, most undoubtably, hideously unrighteous, filthy, DIRTY cheese! This form of plastic death, the devil itself could not have foreseen.

Repeating Shadows Move To Tease.

Day 154: Sneaky Watches Glaring Hard

T'was the morning after and I successfully succeeded. It is the wee's mee's you know. I say it like a broken cleave, my bottom cheeks do have their cover. But the nappy itches; such irritation I can't believe. What torture to enforce upon the aging sacs of wobbly slack. But I do not have the heart to gain relief, for I could not hope to steal another if I am not privy.

Striding Up And Curling Hair.

Day 153: Mine, All Mine

Shhhhh! Do not speak the words so loudly. I did get a nappy and I found it just where I told you. It was lying there, waiting so innocently, there in the cupboard down the corridor. It was so shiny and smooth, I could not resist but sanitise it right there. As if I'd touch it otherwise barehanded! Hell no to that you wacky pencil case from the unknown pocket of horrible god worshipping doom. But now I must wait patiently til the time can pass that I will have my way with the filthy little pooh catcher.

Looking Is A Privilege.

Day 152: Where To Go?

I have so much freedom, but I can not dare take a look. If they see me nearing, I will loose the chance. Some granny nappies lay waiting in the mist covered storage room. I saw a lady troll hording them in there like a camp of non-desire. But do not mock the obvious hilarity to be had, they are welcoming the so torturous rectuma experience, it is what they're made for. I'll have them undone and pulled up in the mean time. Why does it play such harsh tricks on me. Mommy WOW, I'm A Big Kid Now.

Stick It With A Burping Needle.

Day 151: Exiting The Holiday Inn

At last! That witch has returned to place me within my most beautiful jacket, given to me by that holy one, Marg. Yes, she has holes. But more to the fickle point of narrow being, I have been raped again. Do they not care? This strap is trying it so hard to penetrate my cheek. But I was ready. Ready like the sheep I am. I snatched it with my teeth and tugged it hard. It loosened...What?! I could not believe, my arms....Hello.

Squabbling To The Tree Is Not Healthy.

Day 150: I Believe It Not

Thyne vision is blurred by your over excenturated bumps. They make it look so aweful, I think it is truely something bad. Yes! You have it done now; it is complete. Now exist in the loop all upside down. No, don't thank me. Your face will shock all oncomers and bother you no more. I never knew I had it down pat; chocolate mousse does cure the unsightly beast.

Feast Your Ungorged Eyes.

Day 149: Closer To The Mantle

"There. No, right there! It is over here now. I say to you, there is a mole rolling itself all over your face.I can not bare it any longer. Remove it, Or I will have to chew it off with my heavenly white teeth of mashing doom." MoleGirl simply starred with a glare and looking all in-a-not like. "Do not blame me for you torturous appearence, blame those from which you emerged. If only you'd ask, I'm sure they'll be glad to put you back." And she ran away, wailing in the breeze. Pity, she was a hideously nice one.

The Vision Is Bound To The Monkey.

Day 148: I Am Found

"What is this group thing?". Few, *sigh* I lost myself for a minute there. That rascally weasel stole me in the wrong direction and said it was all good. I did say I was in disbelief, but it was better than the event I could endure, again. "And what are you going to talk about today?" And like she knew I wouldn't dare say it I pushed it threw my gritted teeth as I wrang that darn snot filled tissue, "......Madalin Ashton." She would give me evil stares as the others wriggle their worms out, there, in a screaming frenzy. And then I turn my chair in disgrace.

Keep It Here, The Face Is Safe.

Day 147: No It is Not Fun

I said No and she would not believe. A troll like griffin scurried across the roof. But she was not noticing. I slapped her for being so beastly. Why would she not wear her peel like the banana she is? I said, "I won't speak, if you won't dance," and I stopped smoking the wheels down the corner. I like the pan.

When Did It Go?

Day 146: & It Spoke To Me Again.

"Why do I have to wash it? It is not dirty and you seem to like playing with it. I rather wished you wouldn't though. I mean, you are a loony toon after all. Don't touch me there! With your....your...filthy skin covered fingers.. Oh theyare the wiggling fauna you know. Now let go of my hair or I will tell on you, no foolies!" I said that to the monstrous thing that sat so near I could smell it's foul odour.

Purple Like Lemons With A Double Tee.

Day 145: Forever Young

I found one. I found a friend. It is so happy days for me. But she is slighty abnormal I do think. But what? What makes her so wrong?

Do Not Squeeze, You'll Rip The Knee.

Day 144: I'm Free

Escupay! Like The wise one did say; I am free of such attrocious behaviour. But what is that? That...THING over there? It is teasing me, I can't believe such nonsense. Why am I here, when can I go home?

It Is Never Worse Than The Cheese.

Day 143: I Said No!

I said to the doctor and he said no! How rude to deny my essence of the properly divine experience. I do say it with displeasure, "I want the strap removed; it is raping my face!" And then I got locked in the cupboard again.

Hear It Now, Don't Be Late.

Day 142: There It Lay

Why am I here, in such a place? Can you believe I have been napped? I say it with cheese in my breath, "Do get off my face!" How dare it lay there like it is as worthy as the skin. This strap has flopped forwards and it is resting on my cheek. "Please go torment the troll in the corner," I say, "It's got hungry, beady little eyes."

The BackWorm Is Dirty

Still Day 141: My Last Words...

They've come to collect me. Those filthy beasts think I will help them. Ashley tried flashing her nearly there cleavage, but to no avail. We boarded up the house. Ashley and Lisa are holding them back. Kitty is there too. But to the unastonishing amasment of a tree, they are winning. They say I get a jacket and a room all to me. But not Lisa or Ashley. Oh no, They're breaking in. How dare they not wipe their troll like feet. I will be fine my minions. UnTil NeXt, but first I must go smack them with a stick!

The Twig.

Day 141: The Beginning

To bestow the honour upon my forehead..."Ahlalahhhh," I wobbled an ancient tune; "GULP!" Oops, There goes the battery.

Day 140: What Went Wrong?

Was it not mouldy enough? I bet it farted. Why didn't they see its insane beauty?? It sang, it croaked, it broke all the soap; it tried as hard as it could. But apparently it wasn't the fleas’ keys because the postie was not as enthralled as I had previously imagined. In fact, that devil worshipping Policy Man did return for my Operation! I again refused for I loved it dearly. But he was like a stone rock. Harder than the walls I say. I stormed off, in an outrageous outrage, how could I let myself say such a profanity like "Holy, Moley, Majolley!" But with no further complaint I shoved the Operation into his belly and said "But do be careful to remove the twigs, the line is broken." And with unlawful truthfulness that oozed from my orifice like sludge from a drain, I smiled like the dirty soap I became and there I stood. A single tear escaped and trickled its filthy essence down my now dirty face. I closed the door and cried.

Scissors Snip The Paper Wall.

Day 139: I Feared It Gone

All day I feared the very worst. I was in shock and horror at the near takings of my filthy present. One lonely fly did try to sneak a munch on it, but before I could do a thing, it keeled over and died. It must have been near death an in a wishing crave for yummy tastings, but it failed so miserably. And there it was. My feud will forget it ever was and they will leave me mail once again. BigBird was about to receive my prize! Ohhh, I'm so happy! They took it, my present of horrible filth was plunged deep within their bag. Yes, can you believe, we must now be friends!

The Sick Gherkin Tricks The Knee.

Day 138: Hidden From My View

There it was, all that time. Just there, doing nothing but waiting there; hidden. It was so dirty, when I excavated it's poor choice of housing. How disgusting it was to feel its furry texture. I squealed as I picked up its protesting carcass. A sausage lay there; behind the microwave. It was there all along with nothing but Thyme. That two timing ho! She is meant to be with Basil! I refused to have such unrightousness exhibited within my sanctity, so I tied a note all around it's mould farming exterior and I have placed it upon the letterbox. It reads:

"Dear BigBird,

This is from me to you,
May it stop your bleating heart
And give you pleasant nightmares :)

Luv Twiggy"

Starlet Flicks To Please.

Day 137: It Worked

Those vultures are at it. I did as I said and it was true. I can't believe such an omnivorous thing could bestow such unlawful qualities only shared by the RatDevil and RatGirl before them! I did throw some non-Oreo cookies out on the filth ridden road. And out they sprang, like a docked parrot and they gobbled up those dirtied cookies like they were out for the litter. Those poor filthy souls. They know not of their own unrighteousness that blinds their windows. Yellow and Pink polka dots are not for curtains you know.

A Cup Of Jam And Tea.

Day 136: Pleasant Dreams In Danger

I did not hear the whispers until they were right inside of me. I tried to speak but my tongue was not there. I walked a mile only to find you; sitting there. But you were not there. You were just a doll. That same doll. You traumatised me in my youth, so I cut your hair. But soon after I was even more scared. Would you come and get me, in the middle of the night? Sharpened nails to cut me? Would you seek such revenge? But no, you’re still sitting there. And there you will stay, locked in the cabinet, for I can not take the chance. So there you will stay, locked in there with you now shortened hair.

Cough Up Your Fur ball, Now Push Me Up The Slide.

Day 135: Put On Your Neck

It was all fine and dandy. Yes, it was dandy, do not insult the word; it does feel its own horrible existence enough without your devilish input. Anyways, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, it happened on that day. It was like any other day, except it was a Wednesday. It was so nearly close to home time. Yes, you guessed it, I was too at that filthy trauma conceived school. Do not detest its awesome power, you cannot resist, only hope to survive unscathed - I passed through with flying colours obviously :) So anyways, it was like this. I was there and Lisa was there; sitting to my right. We were enjoying our time together because we are friends and we cared not for the nappy-haired minions that sat in front of us...yes they were evil! And we were having the fun when damn, the teacher came. He looked like Mr Sheen, the spray stuff, but he also brought along the teacher in "Training." oh yay, it was going to be fun. Well it was. The teacher spoke some words that revealed the horrid truth, Ms Capon would be teaching the class today. Holy hell in spam! So I thought I would let her have a chance and so I sat all nice an innocent like. "Hello everyone, we're going to **coKAHHHK!** She had coughed up a fur ball and sent it flying across the room. The class was in shock. But as sure as you are, Lisa and I did not laugh. We sat and inside we were bubbling. Smiles grew so big we were freakishly tormented clowns from the depths of that insanely "big" tent. Meanwhile, Ms Capon paused for a few seconds. She swept her vision across the class mumbled, "I'm gonna be si.." and she flew herself out the door and never returned that day. Yes, this is when we let it out. We let it out so hard, we were in a fiddled state of giggles and wiggles. Laughter bellowed down the corridor and had ourselves a fun time indeed.

A Shoe Does Not Crackle.

Day 134: It Is Privacy "From"

I heard some wailing and some moans after that. Then pleasurable groans; oh, what’s that? And a giggle!? "What is this atrocity," I asked with a heightened pitch! I stormed my way through the house. It is a cows hide in here. No one else understands the necessity for sanitary hygiene. I did find my way to the back lounge room, turned and there it was! Bypassing nerve impulses for thought; I was in a debacled puking state. There in the china cabinet lay Lisa the Lizard Fairy. How did she enter? The locks are on the outside?? More importantly, what did she think she was doing? It was a profanity I can barely survive remembering. Ok, so there was Lisa and she was doing it! That's right! She was indeed, bathing, there, in grandma's vase. It singed my eyeballs shut it was so twisted.

Laughing Glasses Google The Fry.

It Is Not All Revealed

Do not be tempted to thinking you know it all. There are quite the many few stories I am reluctanly unopened to sharing with you. They are, of course, written in a diary, of some sorts and they are kept hidden from your prying eyes. But maybe one day, when demand is greater than postings, I will delve into such facinating tails for the viewing pleasure.

Sneeky i know.

Day 133: Not More Than One Roast

I saw it. It sat there fat as a place of four walls and a pointy hat! I tell no lie or crooked curves; it was too a Bicorn. You don't believe such nonsense? Well I said it was fat, what more should be spoken? Don't believe me then but I saw it and it was there, engulfing the hordes of troll minions wielding their treacherously hardened cheese off cut swords of doom and destruction, all the while wearing their filthy bacon rashers from the very bowels of the stench ridden hell. So that is why they returned. It makes a picture now.

Why Aren't They Included?

Day 132: Today I Saw The Truth

It is way beyond what I had imagined in such an unimaginable place. How could something so normal make it all the better, just by putting it there and turning just ever so smally to the left. My pantry is so much more lively now; having a lava lamp placed within its interior. Could no one else have thought such perfection? I think not.

Sitting Snitches Bail The Hay.