Day 299: The Crying Blob

I sincerely congratulate the fawned laughter of that indecent kindling. I speak, of course, of the one that matters least; yes, the hairy little gremlin savagely commenting on every possible post. Do not think it goes unnoticed by my prying eyes, for they are so privy; to this immaculate congression. Begone foul minion of the deepest depths. The tweens are not safe for you any longer. I will make it my duty in Scraping your graffiti-like homage off the very walls of perfection that line this oh-so divine page. Sitting will not make you worthy, no.

Pumpkin Wrapping For The Unborn Nappy.

Day 298: Turning A Buried Coward

Holy flawnscopes of an unturned toadstool. Lisa The Lizard Fairy has informed me of the most disasterous tale that could cause your pink mush to flail! One day, it may be so unwritten, a dirty little MoonChild could very well be birthed into the horrid world. I covered my ears in disbelief. I could not bear such an attrocity of inhuman natures. Never more shall I speak the tongue of the Day tribe. I will see the hairy stall and hear no lie. It can't ever be, no, it shan't. A Moon Faced MoonChild walking the earth, roaming the streets; combing the grass like an estranged madMoon! I will wash my eyes, with soap and butter, of this filth and eat cherry crumb pie. For Where Art Thou Gawd Spawning Devil Minions Who Would'th Allow No Charity??

Calming The Soothing Balm.

Day 290: Mixing With Scalves

A wobble and an interupting downward springing back force, threw my lethargic body a mere 1 micrometre into the air. But as I fell back to the calm I remembered what had happened. I looked up and saw it hanging from the roof. It was merely a lifetime second tha forced my unconscious responses. I fling my lids shut and prayed they wouldn't be peirced so lovingly. A rip and then a tear and it all came crashing down upon me. My boniest little frame was not there, but still framing the picture over there in the case for booklets. But I was in the trauma to occur. I was beneath the event and soon I would merge with it and become the calamity to end all toaster from working their morning shifts. My kitty cat hd lept so high and mightily towards the featherd disc that floated above my bed. It was there to trapt the toothfairy and all other devil spawned minions who would otherwise infiltrate my precious dreams of unwavering disinfecting. My catcher of dreams had failed to grasp the roof hard enough to support the overweightiness of the kitty and I should soon pay the price. As I lay there, my head turned and my eyes squinted shut I waited for the paws. I thought it would never come and that i had simply dreamt the endevour and maybe I could open my eyes and see the truth. But then I felt a large puff of cloud thud deep into my face. I hard ring was entangled and it tried to peirce me with it's blunted edges. But I was too special. The kitty clawed away and I turned over. Damn kitty should not have attempted to venture the night without it's known findings first.

Living The Humble Dream Down In Calamity Square.

Day 283: Time Passes The Why

Screeching like a barren pimple, I thought maybe I should lie. But that frozen turnip knew all too well that I was the wiser and could fathom such a thought. So instead I sneakily sounded the vowels like a clopped possum and I wheezed with the ordain pokings in a dainty dart. You see, Stumps had failed to inform me that she was truly in the depths of "love" with the hunchback of Clarkson High. I shan't divulge names but this Scottie Character had wooed her to the prism binding realm of insatiable insanity. I flicked her ear but then I thought "The Poop offered to buy the drink and I refused?" I could have savoured the weight of a filled wallet, but no, I let it get away. Grandma will once again ignore the rosing temples that spark the very essence of intellectual vastness but no, I am not worthy. Have it your way.

Blobs Are Blue For Winter Can never Snow.