Day 103: Get Away From My Skin

The evil red man of soapy soap cleanliness is harassing me again. Why does he want my skin? Always he's there so close, so near to my skin. Well you can't have it. I don't care if it's fricken perfect or not, it's mine, mine, allllll MINE! And to say the least, why is it that you think my skin is perfect? Is it because I've had so few pimples in my life? Is it because I have faded freckles on my snowman complexion? Or is it the filthy blackheads that cover my nose like landmines? Too often is it I get the jealous looks, it isn't that damn great so leave me my skin and get over it please. Thank you, have a nice day :)

A Turning Pipe Will Win.

Day 102: How To Crawl At Will

Still I have heard not from that Stumpy Caterpillar. Malissa has forgotten me or is she ignoring? I should doubt that, for what reason could she have to do such a devilishly terrible thing? I hope she is still alive at all, she may be in the otherworld or the in-betweens trying to reach me but unable to turn my filthy head. Oh yeah and I dragged my carcass on the floor, The Grudge style, complete with that awesome groan thing she does. I freaked Lisa, to peeing places. It was all dark too, with only a small, weak light source to enhance the effect... The only thing? Yea, her carpet is the Royalty of Friction. My arms are dead trying too drag my twig-like body across the floor from hell. I need a slipping agent of a sorts, like a roller thing to stay beneath me while I do it. My arms are distraught with agony. How dare you make me write all this stuff while I've been crippled! Never the mind to worry. I will be just as good as new as soon as I can re attach me arr
Ok my left arm just fell off.

The Trees Are Dreaming.

Day 101: Over The Hill

It must be a down hill ride from here. One Hundred Days of awesome fun times that made you giggle with delight. More than 111 posts to fun you up with sqwarksome tingles. It has been such a long but very entertaining ride. Can my life continue to shock, horrify and torment you? Only tomorrow can tell. But for now I must tell you about the hair that lives planted in my mole. There on my face it sits almost in complete silence, but every so often the little trollup gives a wiggle and a jiggle and then comletely bends over backwards and tickled my face. How dare it be so rude! I get the tweezers out and grip it's head and pull and tug and pull on it's head until it's let go and I'm free of it's retched existence once again. But not so long after, the little devil is sprouting up out of my face again. The torment is never safely thrown away; it always comes back to greet me.

Eating The Core Breaks A Seam.

Day 100: One Century Past!

I'm going to tell you about Cellulite Girl. You don't need to know about two bum girl, she's not worthy of a story. I'll just say, quickly, she had two bums, one on top of the other and yet oddly strange it was that she did not seem to have tremendous weight anywhere else on her body. Back to reality and we are going to be horrified. I was sitting here and Lisa there, next to me. Her filthy boyfriend was next to her; he was disgusting beyond grossest things. Anyway, Cellulite Girl was all prancing around like she was something worthy of googling yes. Only it was Lisa and I who were looking and we certainly we not in the googling. Hideous no. She stomped over to the teacher and was standing there in front of my desk. Maybe she was advertising with her bum wiggling in the air. Lisa and I were in a state of disapproval she was in our way, but.... Lisa was, is, in to close inspection of the microscopic kind and zoomed her eyes in on to Cellulite Girls thigh. I had no idea, but Lisa was in a giggle festive fit rolling around in her chair and she whispered'n'giggled and gasped for breath as she spoke these words "Look...at...her...thigh! IT"S GOT RIPPLES!" And there I saw it. Cellulite Girl was wearing ultra tight, white stride-like trousers and we, the special two, could see the cellulite bursting the seems!

The BoggleyEyed Genie Is Getting Nearer.

Day 99: Nearing The Top

Oh god, that hideous RatGirl thinks she's the damdest hot stuff of the underworld, that she feels it right to shake her mangy booty, if you can call it that, all down the street. How she collected the courage to show herself in public I can't understand. And how too did she muster the intellect to follow the wannabe rappers?

"I'm Hip,

I'm Cool,

I'm With-it!"

RatGirl prancing down the street in her trashbag hoe getup. Bling-blink dangling from her anorexic neck. We pray it weighs so much it stresses the bones and at least fractures and splinters. But mostly, just mostly we wish she would die and go back to hell again so we can have peace for another day or two, maybe. Plus the horrid adding of Cellulite Girl, almost like Two-Bum Girl, without the extra bums but extra thighs instead. I will expel the horror and fear upon you as I calm-it-down long enough to reminisce.

Two In Line For Back-Burning Lime.

Day 98: Australia Day

First and foremost I must say, Happy Birthday to Stumps! She is the eldest at now 21yrs and I am still 20yrs :P Secondly, Happy Australia Day... It has some meaning like when we were discovered or something, but mostly it's about fireworks and booze for most people lol. Now to the seriously interesting stuff.

I was tossing and turning all last night. It was not a decent slumber as I awoke in frightful fear, at almost every 20 minute interval. Again and again I saw that image, I saw it trying to enter and I could not sleep and let it happen. I'm almost positively unsure I did not see Verenetti the Toe Snipping Earwig at all last night. But I can not be too certain. One time, it happened many a times but this is one of them, I was in a turning phase when I looked down at my pillow to check it was a cleared coast. But hell no, there she was arms dangling in the air, getting all thin like to just slip right in, right into my ear hole. Can you decipher the nervous tissue? Whether it was dream or not, Verenetti never got to enter my hole and it will never be because it's just plain filthy and I can't hear right with her ginormous pincer-ed ass clogging the canal.

Dropping Pigeons Do The Math.

Day 97: I'm Not Alone

How likely is it to be, that you awaken in the morning before noon and some THING has vacated a nook, crevice or even a hole in your body? I too thought it was of the most unlikely's, but to my astonishing amazement, it has occurred. I woke up to some rude creature making a terrible banging racket that made my ear hurt. I was alright and to say the least, I got up and went to the loo. Anyway, I strolled into the bathroom, and felt a wiggle. But I'd already been to the toilet, How could I have another so soon? Well as it turned out, I looked in the mirror. My hair was all scraggly and misbegotten all over the place. My eyeballs were puffy and that damned nose was running, for some ignorance, and I saw it there wiggling its way deeper. Verenetti the Toe Snipping Earwig had her tail snip snapping out of my left ear. What was she doing, in...my...EAR?!!! I let out a pretend cry of yelling anger, but I couldn't alert her to my presence. No, I just waited a few seconds of millennia, snatched her tail and ripped her free of my hearing space. Oh she tried to tell me it was an accident, she tried to say I, of all people, rolled over on to her and she was engulfed by my ear.... I stood there for none of that. I was walking to the loo to dunk her in but she snipped my fingers and ran across the floor under the toilet screaming "Curry, oh my god damned curry!!! Help me, Help meeeee I need to munch your CURRYYYYYY!!!!!!!!"

A Slashing Doll Keeps The Lie.

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.

Day 95: It Stinks!

It was even more terrible than the norm. Usually they don't speak; I'm sure most don't have them. This one had it hanging out oozing and spraying all over. It was filth I say. To make matters undeniably worsened, it had the despicable nerve to flomp its way over to Lisa and her younger sister Katie. But that’s not all, the story continues.... As soon as it arrived in their proximity, there was speech, mostly unrecognisable. The thing was the SausageMan down at Coles the supermarketing store. How hideously deformed he must have been, but to exist without that knowledge. And it spoke these words to Lisa and the sister looked on; horrified. "I want a girlfriend," Lisa looked sideways at its horrible form. "Can you be my girlfriend?" the SausageMan said. Lisa, so traumatised by it's proximity to her and was shocked into squealing "NoOoOoOooo!" but the SausageMan did not listen. He continued with, "Will you marry me? I love you 'cos you’re pretty." That was it, and Lisa was in an upheave, struggling to pick up the shopping basket she dropped in the dramatic sequences. There Lisa was flailing her arms in the air, screeching for help as she ran from the trauma.... Katie trailing behind as too was the SausageMan. But do not fear. Lisa survived, oh yes we are all so happy, for she sacrificed her little sister to it and it will leave you all alone for ever, the evil sister, not the SausageMan.

Goodnight Boys And Girls, But Hidden Deep Is That Poor Katie In The Meat.

Day 94: Evolution of the Underworld

We were there in queue when from a bad bat escaping hell; she reached down there for it! I was in total upheaval. How could she go there, of all places, in public? To make it worse, you'd think it couldn't, she squealed "Get it out, now!" There she was, groping my leg screaming for me to get it out. Her horny fingers etching to have it felt and molested by them. But I said no. I mean, it is my mobile after all, I should be the one to extract it from my very own pocket, do you think not? I also thought that.

Pigeons Ringing, Hold The Line.

Day 93: Skanky Moles Eat The Peas

I never see the PostMan anymore. Well, it's not like I wanted to see him anyways...What The Hell Are YOU Implying?? How could I ever wish to make friends with a...filthty...yellow, death bird? His image haunts me; my eye sometimes goes blurry and there it is. The yellow figure all bird-like and...and feathery, yeauck. Dirty fith channels to swim, in your brain.

Trauma Is The Phone Of Silence.

Day 92: You Can hAve It!

Roger the singing corset. It flopped out right into my walkway and burst into screeching song. I was trying to sleep, but less importantly, why should I be forced to open my eyelid seals and deal with it? Exactly; that’s why I threw it at the lady across the road... How dare she give me evil stairs and then deny it!

Suck The Road In Disgrace.

Day 91: And There I Was

Holy Jesus Christ!

It Flopped Out Of The Crack, I Mean, What The Hell??

A Mess To Clean, Oh YAY, I'm So Happy.

The Plane Sits As It Dares.

Day 90: I Laugh At The Clowns

Since when have clowns ever been nice and kind and fluffy creatures of joy n stuff? Well you'd be right in saying never. Because you know, I don't like that word, but clowns are just plain and darn simply evil devil spawns, sprouted from the pus that oozes from an angelic warrior fighting the hordes of unsaintly minions who serve none other than the almighty one or is that the brain.... Well they try to escape their rat cage every night and take over the world, so it could be them indeed. I have a picture to show you that shows you the revelations the world is reluctantly becoming increasingly open to. I mean seriously, come on. Like who hasn't had nightmares of Ronald and that darn purple thing. What is it?? What the hell is that damn purple poop thing and that stupid girl too. Who in their unsanitary minds could fathom such atrocious beings of distorted appearances? Ronald is just too suspicious and I think there is something with that ham-burgular. Who could possibly want ham, so why would you burgle? Ronald McDonald is a bad horror flick gone wrong; down a track of fits of laughter and shame instead of frightful screams and pain.

Dangle Like A Polar Bear, Talk To The Tree.

Day 89: Stick In The Middle

Rebecca is having a hissie fit because apparently The Shadow In The Corner irritates and has formed a rash. Her fingers wobble and tickle Rebecca's inner lining. Of course Ash a.k.a The Shadow In The Corner, tried to apologise, but her knobbly bits just delve right in there! Although, Virgil has no complaints and Ash casts evil stares in his direction, for taking advantage of the situation as he switches in and giggles with pleasure as Ash casts around.. Rebecca feels violated by Ash and Ash feels violated by Virgil. Virgil and Rebecca get along ok I guess. And I too, had no idea, but my house has developed intellectual capabilities, complete with it's own personality. Of course that would be fine and dandy; completely towards the norm, but no, my house has to go outside the circle and develop 2 personalities and then has the filthy nerve to complain like a hideous maggot, wriggling out of the dead carcass of some devil rat's eye. And now it's formed a crack, right down the middle. What the hell is happening there, I don't know, but it sure looks dirty to me!

Squeeze The Plate With A Thong.

Day 88: She's Flown The Coup

"And I went to Coles and I was like; No!" Lisa was describing her recent trauma. "It was wearing a filthy, denim miniskirt and it was a kanker! Can you believe that? Just WAIT, it gets worse." Lisa was settling into her chair more comfy like. "It was wearing a tube-top and it was a fat granny! Hello, I mean, Teenie Hoe-Bag wannabe. Seriously, I was like, that’s it, I'm hooning around it because if it bends over...I just can't deal with it. HIIIIDEEEIOUS!"

And so Lisa Hooned around that skanky grandma with all her rolling wrinkles flapping in the frosty air of the freezer section. Terribly scarred at the thought of thinking what could happen if she were to stay in the rear position.
"I saw a glimpse of it and I will never do it again!" (Said in a Russian accent).

Brush Your Teeth You Silly Gate.

Day 87: A Prickled Day

"It's still raping me!" Lisa let out with a cry. "The Savage; It made a hole." And turning towards my direction, she continued with, "It's still in there!!! Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" And a screaming squeal she did reveal. "A Three horn prickle had the nerve to plunge itself and penetrate my foot, right there," she pointed to the ground, "in the vicinity of my own lounge room... How did it dare enter my fortress???" Lisa was in dismay.

And so Lisa squealed, flinging her foot around in disgrace. She never did find that naughty prickle, but she smirked with slight satisfaction, "I snapped it off though; lets see that prickle rape me again!" Not realising it has two horns still to prick her foot with.

Lashing Cushions Like To Bleed.

Day 86: Broom, Broom Went The Okle

I bought a car today...well my parents bought it for me. Hey, don't call me a brat! I am not in the money rolling business and the amount we have can't be swum in. I like it. It is blue, yes not purple so shut you nostrils please. Your tendrils are spiking, why? Gosh, you'd think I was given the world the way your acting. Anyways, it was an el-cheapo (though my sis would opposingly disagree) without aircon, but it has power steering and a cd player so there. In the midst of it all lies a mysterious button. I will have to snap a captured image of it and shove it over the net to you so you too can ponder its mysterious frost like mystery. It has a fog light button too, but I could see no fog lights. Strange as it may seem, I think I can deal with it....hmmmm, yes. Alright, off to bed then. I have to drive now. Yes I know the lameness of it all. No more chauffeur to cart my carcass around. Rather silly isn't it getting a contraption such as this? Now I think of it.

Good Night And Don't Let The Leaches Stick To Your Thigh.

Day 85: Just A Thought

Why is it, that something so almighty and superior, has been lowered to our level with a reference to "God" as a Him or Her. Now if God were to exist, why would God be considered so low as to be bound by such "mortal" temptations that were only given as a temptation for evil. If you give this God a sex, then that is what you are doing. You are giving your God room for flaws and vulnerabilities - such as this thought, if you may. I can see that you are in dismay (erhmmm, Lisa) but should not one so fantastically prefect, be above such things as being male or female and simply be God. Should God not be referred to as God and Only God in all references. It seems to me, that people have lowered their own supreme being into a super-man and if so, why should we not tinker and dabble in science if the Vatican feels itself so mighty as to consistently re-write the bible to keep up with the times. Wouldn't God have known the true words to speak through Jesus so that they would stand the test of time and be completely relevant to this day??? I do believe I have stumbled onto a thought and I will leave you to ponder it, or run away and scream so ignorantly because I can't believe it's teachings. Popetown may have been onto something there.

Day 84: If Only You Weren't So Cruel

"Veal do this," Veal do that." I said, "Veal Do Nothing!" Slabs of filthified BABY meats don't DO anything. I felt like abusing the butcher at the supermarket for even suggesting the veal as an option. How could you not know that would offend? Anyone would be so down right outside of their mind to contemplate such an aweful thing. If I find out you eat veal from those barely even born calves, you've got another thing coming. That's right; I will flick fake M&M wannabe's at you and put a widgety grub in your ear. Then those Daddy Long Legs can move in and throw a net over your face to suffocate you. They are the naughty squealers I say. They do too do that, Jolene told me so!

Do The Chicken’s Eat Best?

Day 83: The Trashlings.

Damn those trashlings! Damn, damn double, chocolate damn! How can they exist, when no one wants them? You don't, I don't, so why will they not cease their very own existences? Horrid creatures they are. Small and round like babies, but they are more like pre-schooler’s from Kindergarten.... "We wanna play with you hahhhaaahahaaAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Psychotic, they are too and you have to see one to recall the even better truthfulness of bubbly soap clean honesty. Do as I would do and say "If I had a child that hideous, I'd slap it and then throw it in the trash!" Hence, Trashlings are born.

Scrape The Sky In June.

Day 82: Tame That Hair!

Ok, so I went down the street to arrest some spray cans. They were not doing it right by staying in the store. But could you believe, I was invited and they still made me pay. Those lying cheeks. They probably didn't even recognise me, yeah! That must be it. Because as you know from yesterdays horrid traumatic drama of answering the front door to receive a package of unholy filth (a pair of jeans lol), my hair has been allowed to let loose and the taming has been removed so godly like for a some wild tan-ga-bilities (Tan-Ja-Bilities). I'm not sure what that means, but I get the picture. And as I walked like I was socially privy, gusts of enormous winds sent from hell itself, seeping through the earth and leaking through a filthy crack in the ground. I became a Medusa wannabe. Tentacles flying everywhere. My shadow freaked the troll that sits! I had to bare it. No I could not run and flee like my fingernails were so desperately screaming in my ear holes. Obviously I've survived the endeavor, but I have been scarred (Jane told me how to spell it right, not wrong). A walking frame did scrape me as I flew past and the pruned sultana did no flomping back flips; no they just kept rolling.

Squawking Bangles, Sift The Seeds.

Day 81: Fluffing For The Occasion

It was supposed to be a good day, a day free of Ritalin and demonically divine festivities. But no, there was no fixation. The lacquer was lost to the netherworlds in the brushes and drain pipes. Gone to the pillow fibers and gunked up in the nozzle. My hairspray was dry, not moist. Apparently moist is a dirty word reserved for the filthy low-lives that bed before wed or something similar. I say, Calm-It-Down already. Anyway, I was in a pickle. How could I brave the unknown with flying tentacles? I stepped up to the plate. I opened the door and said "hello." I tried to be calm and normal while signing for the package. But as it would inevitably happen on purpose, a whipping tentacle of hair flipped around matrix style and flicked me in the eye. I stood there, my eye paining. Water drooling out all gushing like and some droplets dripped onto the page. I tried to conceal it, the hair, not the tear! so I dropped my head like it lost all it's muscles, handed the clipboard back and retreated inside my dusty broom closet. There's no door, but it works well enough I do think.

Squeal Like A Turkey, Dance Like A Clown.

Day 81: Forbidden Desires

I can't believe you did it. After I asked you not to touch. You stuck out your filthy paws and reached right over to it. I know you've spoken to the frozen monk; why else would you eat some of my popcorn?
The day is ruined in tattered shreds of humiliation and shameful, um, things.... I'm too distraught to sift through my germ infested mind to think of something so worthy to end that hell spawned sentence. It was my popcorn.

Spin The Wheels And Lay An Egg.

Day 80: The Third Age

Well a snippet anyways.

"It was as it should be until that day, well night, I discovered that monsters do exist. You can't see them, but I have. I hope you never have to, but Mom always said “Never say never,” for legitimate reasons I'm sure you know of. But for me, those reasons are futile, not worth mentioning. When I say it, I truly mean it. That is why I have to tell you. I can't go on and expect all to be right and leave the world to continue down a road of uncertainty. You may not realise yet, but the time is nearing for something larger than I can imagine and that's really saying something. I can feel something terrible happening, somewhere, and soon it will be upon us and I need to let others who will listen, know the truth. Heaven and Hell are real. Constructs of the human mind, made real by the power of the human collective; unknowingly but definitely created by pure will. But it has been flawed...." - Brad Westphal

Thornless Prickles Tease The Bees.

Day 79: Shopping Trolly Murdered

Pauline PantsDown: I Don't Like It

It's awesome and I love it and I will share some more awesome things with you when I get them. I love it.

My Groceries, Just Gone!

Day 78: Pencil It In Pen!

I used to use pencils all the time. They were so squeaky clean and kind, I liked them a lot. I had many pencils and time and time again we did share happy thoughts. My brain impulses zipped through my fingertips rights into them, giving them a little tickle and they would translate the message to the paper for me. And sure pencils can erase, but that means they're not permanent either. Too easily washed away and lost so I snapped the pack and moved on to bigger and better ink worthiness. For I too obtained a pen license lol.

Fairy Prodding With A Toad.

Just Telling

I'm writing a sequel to my as yet unknown short story of absolute awesome sqwarksomeness. I dubbed the original "The Beginning" it has it's own story and atmoshpere that would make you tremble and shake with fear while mesmerising you with it's clear but not over the top detailings that won't bore for ages and then give you the good stuff like this sentence. Then it ends all nice, well two survive and it is good, but it's not gory because that makes things taky cheap and lame. I will only reveal that it is about the dark and what is born of it, so to speak, and then the trauma of surviving something so devilish. The sequel I dubbed "The Third Age" and it takes the character on a new path that was born from the end of the first, but you wouldn't know it until you read the second because I just write it so damned well. I will show a snippet of my sequel a little later on. It really is awesome in it's own right and you have never seen a sequel that shifts genre's in a way that still stays true to it's origins, but moves on to something else to give you a brand new adventure that makes it seperate but still whole with the first story. Both stories can be read seperate with all the knowledge and understanding ability you need built right into them but reading both is just, wow. I can't wait to finish writing them. Well anyways, no one will read them unless I post them and then someone'll steal them but they won't get away with it because the proof would be posted here that it's mine but then I couldn't sell it and make money if I were to post it here for free. So there it is settled, you may see a snippet and only a snippet, the end.

Day 77 Still: Quit Day Dreaming Already

Did you ever notice that I never make the grade? How dare I not be pedastooled and worshipped so high. Of course it would mean more pressure and I can't deal with the super fast water as it is. Holes would form right through me! But you must still find it quite strange, rather weary, do you not? Thyn shadow can speak only lies and I will speak to it in the never again category. Could I never reach that "Blogger Of Note"...wait as I just check and make it sure. And why, too, have they not noticed me at all? Ignoring the most important reference for life survival is something only a troll should do. Fawns will snatch you away in the woods and you will think, "Hey, I should have learnt the messages, each and every day." Of course, I would just prefer someone made a cartoon out of it all...just like Zim because there's not much better than dark humor, don't you say?

The Biting Sun, Makes You Old..

Day 77: Strange Things Are Happening

You could not believe that which I had to face at the door yesterday. It was nothing you could imagine with a triangle shape head. The hair, the HAIR!!!!! It was the most crazy thing never occurring in the time between the night and day. For you see, it was a snifferer; they sniff the sniffs you sniff. Tremble as I speak the words, but you must be misinformed. She was sqwarking so loud I couldn't see. And then it was there; I have no fly screen. Sniffing my ear holes and the crevices in-between. Those hilltops and ditches and the oh-so-short spiral that never really is. I screamed so loud, but not like my roar.
"GET YOUR FACE OUT OF MY HAIR!"
I was so highly pitched, I swear I was flying towards the sky. She shattered on the step, right into little tiny pieces. And I say it right when I say "Goodnight." The end.

The Turkey Has Taken Flight.

Day 75: Flat Skin Sac's

I promised to tell you and I will appease it now. Sit down and love it. You shall be lulled to sleep as I speak with such perfection and soap clean honesty, I never speak no lies....We need to waft back in time, can you do that? Alright I'll help you. It was long ago, back, back to when I was merely 14, nearly 15. Now see the rippling as we are ripped through time to that horrid youth age of pimples. Rippply, Rippled Ripples of Rippling Ripples......And we are there! I woke up, back when I was normal. I did not see the sun as a hideous devil creation. So as usual I got out of bed and I did the normalest thing possible. I had breakfast and I went to the loo and I even brushed my teeth. I was in year 9 at high school (or second year for some people). Anyways, thanks for that interruption, I went to get dressed for school. I panicked because I forgot to close the curtains and the two-bum girl could have seen - if she didn't have 2 bums weighing her down on the other side of the fence. But as it would happen, nothing happened, so it was all ok. I was ready for school, but oh no! I forgot to feed my little mouse critters. I was so happy to have little mousies. They squeaked all night long, which was an unhappy experience, but I got over it with some Vaseline. On their wheel you filthy piece of cheese! Anyway, I looked at them. She, the black one, was the one I originally bought. Don't lie, if you had of rippled back in time like I said, you would see her too. And she had babies. lots of babies. But I loved only one of them. It was pure white but not with pink eyes, no, it had black eyes, but still, it was the runt of the litter. So tiny, tiny like a midget mouse. So I feed them and filled up their water bowl...and gave them some more food. Yeah, this is the school part of the day. I can not remember such every day survival of the ritualistic satanicness of school. And it was over and I was coming home. At last I was free of my class room cage and off to my home. As usual I races Sam to the letter box. Not because I wanted to, but because he did it everyday. I thought it was strange because we weren't friends, I thought, but he was all friend like after school. Too darn two faced for me I say. So I won, as usual and went off inside. I felt so happy to be inside and out of that hellish skank-hole called school. It really felt like I had to survive each and every day, back then, now I just think I was retarded. Anyways, I was feeling the comfort of my sanctuary and I said hello to my Mum and went to my room. At first I didn't notice. I read the sign on my wall "Homework gives you Brain Damage" and nodded with agreeingness. I looked over at the mouse cage and saw them frolicking on the wheel. There were too many really and they just clogged the wheel up. But where was whitey? I did not see him anywhere and they didn't et one scrap of food. I went in closer to has a closer look. But as I did I noticed a tail inside the mouse house. Oh, a sigh of relief as I had found my precious little one. AHHHHAAHAHAHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I screamed in my head like I was going to die. Whitey was not moving. I flung the lid off and grappled for the house. I lifted it up and saw that bitch mother rat sitting all innocent like, like "I don't know what your talking about. Hey do you like my new rug?" I was in a furious rage. I looked at whitey, but how did they do it? He was there, but he was flat?? Like he was sucked dry of all his insides, but the skin was right side out and the fur was super clean. Not one droplet of blood anywhere. How did they feast on his inside without there being a mess? There was only skin. Like an empty sac of skin. Well I was appalled. To the death you bitch. I grabbed that filthy black mother mouse and dragged her unsorry carcass outside. Here kitty, kitty, kitty. I called for my cat Roxy. Out of the blue he was rubbing against my leg. I said "So num, nums for you" and I threw here down on the floor at Roxy's feet. But Roxy did not eat the mousey. I could not watch it. Rox was beating hre up, but nothing more. Eat it I screamed, but Rox had never seen a mouse and had no idea what it was. So paws were flying and falling hard, flinging that thing around. I could take it no longer. I raced and stole the mouse away. She bite me! hanging, By the tail I ran. I ran to my room and flomped her down in the cage. I was so upset I had a cannibalistic mouse. She sat there in the open, breathing heavily. The family had flocked away into the house, sleeping on their new found rug. I was disgusted. Never could I forgive such treachery. I left them be and I did not return till I was forced to sleep. I did not want those mice any more. I strolled in to my room and loathed the thought of sleeping near them. I fell asleep and heard that usual sound of squeaking. I did not care. I awoke the next morning and do you know what I found? I found no mice except the mother. No rugs (I threw whitey away yesterday) and no baby mice. Not even a stray hair. How could you! I screamed at that evil mouse. That is when I noticed; her cold stare was looking at me. She hated me. I hated her more. I truly believe she was a devil minion for their food was still fresh and completely whole there in the bowls. I shook the house side to side. She only slide around, do not think I bashed her up. I just could not handle it any longer. She ate her family, for no reason. There was no male mouse, that one was my friends. I could be no more evil and I placed the cage down in it's spot. She stood there with an evil glare of hatred and devil loyalty.

Luckily she died from shock or something, because I could not have lived long with that trollop. I threw her carcass in the bin without any words or ceremonial crap. Get out of my life I said, I never want an evil pet again. You can't get much more evil that a cannibalistic mother mouse. It still haunts me to this day, 6 years on. So you see why I don't trust RatGirl, don't you.

The Key Was Rolling In The Bay.

Just A Quick Note (It's Day 74)

I noticed that 2 more people finally signed my XENA petition. Oh, poor Gabrielle. It's always Xena, Xena, Xena. But really. They go together and you can't say one without the other. Do not lie about the rolls. You can have one, no more. Anyway, I'm really glad someone actually signed it. I thought my ever so popular site could boost its short signature numbers, but evidently my writing is enthralling you so much, you can't see the side links. Go there ------------->

I knew you could do it. When I wake up tomorrow, I expect all of you to have signed. And then I will tell you all about those precious skins you nag me for. It really isn't a nice story, very much like TubTubs... So sad and very unfortunately spread by the chinese whispers.

There's No Need To Suck A Fly.

Day Something'or'other

Sorry for the late issue. But I picked myself off the floor and I said "Thank you" I felt most compelled to reply "Your welcome. But I did think you had more brains." I slapped that lipped thing and said "How dare you speak to me in tongues!" That is when I knew I was drowned in grog. The first time was not so great and I was in consequences to the knee. The morning after I was unable to acquire any such pill for my pains. I say, I need one too! But I was just sick and I will never drink again. It was the filth. So back to the Brady Bunch for me. I think my life resembles them so truly, don't you say. Tomorrow I will tell you about the skins. I found myself with a spider dangling in my face. I most certainly was not taking that and I roared with such ease, I did tremble. Don't be scared, I didn't win the lotto, but I scored a shotty that I accidentally left with Lisa. It has a bunny on it. Happy New Years.

"Drugs Are Bad, Mkay." - Mr Mackey