Day 173: For me?? Thank You!

I'm all packed. I have my nappies and my broom. I have the finger painting I drew in the cupboard. It was fun, drawing in the dark. I am ready to be set free back in to the wild. But I'm not saying hello to the postman on Monday. No I refuse. They never visited me once! I thought we were such good friends now. Ashley and Lisa are going to be so excited... Well that is if they're still alive. I'm not sure how well they can care for themselves. I may just find two carcasses on the floor.
"Come on. No, leave that stuff. We're going to your new home now...Come on." Said the witchy Marg all painted up.
What does she mean new home?
"I'll have you know I have lived there many years and torchering the air will be no pleasure." I said there with my nose stuck down, forehead frowning and glaring eyes. Gosh, she was a toad.
"We're gonna strap you in for the long haul. No more playing, come with me." She spoke it more sturnly just now.
"Stupid woman, I am talking the the wall..can you not see??"
Anyway. I should be going, I can always talk at home lol. I will just have a look at this room with the strapping bed these white ghouls are speaking so fondly of and then I'll be on my way. It had better be a good looking bed though, I'm not taking it home otherwise.

The End Is Somewhere Near.

Yo Ho Ho and finger porn is gone
You’re too slow; now where's that rum???




In any kinda floodle of an afflicted sign, you were too slow or too unsmart to get it. Alas, my sweet, sweet creation of hilarious laughter has begotten your malevolent eyes of scorching doom as they gazed away at thenormal boring sun rays, seeping into the infinite darkness to reach those useless retina's you have. Could you not have tempted yourself to fool around? It is a dirty, dirty shame that burning bush of seduction and desire were not quenched by my lucrative inspiring essence of filthy G-Rated porn. The only nudity was that of a finger or two and your minds were to guttered to perceive it's glorious perfection of humour versus the insane mind of two freaks gone far down the path of unrighteousness; to comically violate and amuse of course :P

Day 171: Sniff The Air; Not Unclean

Holy trollups of an unseen force, I am to go outside and play today. I brought my newfound friend. They are so stick like I do confuse them with the broom! Never the mind to which I speak. Outside, I sniffed a most beautiful flower. It was yellow and it had petals...It I would devour. But there, hiding amongst the flower forest, was a hideous, devil worshipping Munchkin. It was so filthy, I grabbed my stick and flung it all around. I tore up every flower, I dug for every seed. I was not going to rest until it's godly flesh was torn. Stick almost died to death, I did hear something snap.

Birds That Flap Don't Have Pins.

Almost Home, I Can See It Now

They say 30 Days and I am free. Why did they take me so long? And what is that fuzzy monstrosity in the corner? I must taste it, but that comes later. Ooooh! I did sneak a peak, a cheeky one at that. It was the grading paper and it had such wonderful things to say about me.

"Pathologically unstable"

"Dillusional, Paranoid Schizophrenia" "Domestically incapable..."

"Danger to Society... danger to self." "Freak...loon...clinically insane"
"Repressed"

"Eventual degeneration of morals and values, leading to an unpredictable, behavioural & mental outcome, although most likely psychotic..."

Wow, did the doctor have such nice things to write about me or not? Yes, I do feel the privelage. It's giggling up and I am proud to be a human.

Day 163: Again, Why Is It So?

Are the lines blurring? Do people truely not see the filth they stick in their gapping mouths of germ infested doom? Sticks of so called plastic cheese, is an abomination to the kind hearted turtles that drift in the breeze. Do not touch the tank or fear it unscathed. I see it now...Cheese, it is the Devils pathway.

It Sat There; Dust Flew Past.