FP2: Remeniscent Sin

A Little Sin.

Day 209: When Did It Go To Hell?

I found an 8 legged turkey,
It gobbled at its feast.
It wobbled its dirty flops,
But it's beak I liked the least.

"Dare it near so closer,"
That thing croaked to speak
"Oh, please release the flea"
I suddenly felt weak.

Ignoring me it pecked
Gnawing at the day
So I walked in for a look
I knew somehow I'd pay.

It did pounce upon me
I screeched so heavenly loud,
"Don't rape my precious eyeballs,"
"Of them I am so proud."

Scratching with its claws,
I feared they'd dig so deep.
Pentrating my supple skin
It's filthy germs it will keep.

I grabbed it by the ankles
Squawking "Calm It Down"
I threw its awful carcass,
For now dinner, I had just found.

Moral: Turkeys gobble with evil in their eyes. Don't trust em, ever.

Day 208: The Dirty Things

Tarnished! The rebounding devils that make it crack have had at it. I speak only of that trashy thing which housed my only source of warming tingles. The pain will grow and I can't bear to go there. No, please no. I refuse to eat from its loins, that is beyond the beneath of me. Taking my trash can was more than it had beared. The dumpster gave me those good looks like it would happen there. I shall have to find home soon. Not a one person flower beater is looking for me anyways.

"...And It Was My Time..." - Lisa Stewart, 2006

Finger Porn 1 Is Here

Day 206: I Got Back In There

Sorry, is the least thing I could say. But i did anyway. Far to busy with my new, still unwelcome, guest residing within me; it has moved up into my nasal passages. I believe it is working it's way into my tear ducts; for reasons I can't share. But it's there. I feel it. Hollow rocks that drift in the sea, I no longer know what I am doing. The effect should soon wear off, but I am not sure if you will have noticed...that is, my hair will finally be in a rightned placing. Too long has it sat in this position since, well, Thursday i think. I will wash it in the drain tomorrow don't you fear. Yes, my little chirping friend. I can see the daylight. It pierces the sky above and calls me to the boxes. I shall find my way. I will get back home, my shell of saftey and then see if they can harm my untainted skin. Just you wait and see.

Jolly Midgets, As If Silly!

Day 205: It Slept With Me

I awoke to the sensation. A tickle I don’t remember. It wiggled and tickled so strangely wrong. How can this be? I was there all alone. But no, it felt worthy of the touch. Giving me the geeby heeves. I fought for my voice, but it spoke no words. My throat, violated by the tickle. Oh, it was horrible. Apparently I disturbed its wondrous violations of explorations within. Suddenly I feared it could happen….And it did. I coughed and choked on that darn tickle. But a tickle it was no more. It turned fierce like a kitten on the wool. Scraping my precious throat, turning it all against me. I refuse, I’m not having it. I will lick the lemons til it turns away. My throat is not for housing devilish tickles that rape my inner crevices. I will not tolerate such hell-bent, ungodly despicable behaviour from a force that can’t be trifled with; no.

“It’s Noice, It’s Different, It’s Un-Ewes-Yewl!” – Kath And Kim

Day 204: How Does This Work

Escaping into the cold, cold night I ran with my legs. They did stride so far and wide i had to ask, "But how did you eat the leaves?" Not replying, those snoots, they took me across a paddock. I feared for the sprites all bottled up. It is something of a shame. But them i came so frightfully close to a street. A darkened ally of which housed the very most interesting things of all. That's right; I say it like a beef sandwich, Thanks for the keys. Stopping all so abruptly, i had to slap those legs for the undeniably inopportune moment; i really wanted to see the corner over there. But then i saw a nice as nice little friend. I said hello and in the gust of the wind, i heard a never so nearly not there reply "Hi." So thankful for the return, i decided to house myself within its confines. Tearing an edge, i apologised like the kind-hearted twiglet that i most assuredly am and i screamed as we fell into the sleep. A white-hair sandwich offered itself to me... I gratefully accepted the use of a pillow in these harshest of times.

Speaking Squirrels, Nurture Of The Swine.

Day 203: A Bug Did Land At Night

I've done it. I've gnawed through those devilishly trapping, wrapping straps. How dare they confine me to the raping pleasure of a forehead band! I will seek to cast the curse, but firstly I must get out; If it could be the very last thing I ever had done. Gosh, my letterbox will be in the overflow. I can see it with my eyes, sitting there, coughing and spluttering; letters jammed deep within it's orifice of doom. Such a gloomy day today. Last night the sky did cry so heavily and then that darn evil, yellow popping minion of heavenly eye blinding morning, did swing itself around and remove my cover. The shiny, fineness of it; Oh, it sickens me. I must make it right or the tulip sand will never bite!

To Make It Late For Polka-Dot Snorps.