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Mustard covered stained glass tufted tit-mouse nest

A bloody knife embedded in a lamp post, next to a blackboard that is slowly melting.
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"Good morning!"-Bilbo Baggins.
"What do you mean? Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?"-Gandalf the Grey
 
Life is kind of like a hitchhiker...I'll never be sure if they need a ride or are complimenting me on my driving. Um...tickled bare-bottomed lemur skinned fox-bat with a dash of salt, ok?
 
miracles whipped up to hard metal standards while she hisses at the opaque glass that breathes before the wizard....
I have a lot on my mind today so I think I may want to share some more empty thoughts to get them out of my mind....sooooo
tops of mindless windmills, clinging to the saltiness that seethes under the flippers of Jacques Custeau's pet rhinocerous
beams of ketchup covered light patiently awaiting the exodus of all native american soup ladels
please refrain from screaming at my wrought iron mattress because she has been rocked to oblivion by the
diaphanous creepings of crystal arachnids
ok...that's all for now.
 
Wow sigk......
Those were some really good ones...
I'll try to do just as good...
Eighty-three disgruntled egg whites pondering over the thought of assasinating the creator of egg-beaters...
Well...I tried..
 
....dig deeper, dig deeper... the brain has many layers...
why must you always tie a chilling noose around my hourglass when the seasons distinctly recall the day when all goblets were chased into the somber kiln that never ceases to amaze me?
God that was taking up a lot of space. Bumpity bump.
[This message has been edited by sigk4life (edited 12 July 2000).]
 
Morphing water resistant neon goggles asking a blind frog to turn out the lights in their two bedroom house...
Pie broomstick ecentric jack-o-latern...
A photo-ball change clink happy roll star all for your pleasure...
to be continued....
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"Ecstasy. The perfect word. No other could have described what I was experiencing right then and there. Beyond words. The entire message was contained in a scream and the most intense smile my face had displayed in ages....
I felt like hugging everybody."
-Freedom Freak
 
Jello mold wiggling like a two dollar hooker shaving my ass-violated toe sucker....
AAAARRRRRKKK! What'd I just saaaaay?
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Okay what about....
Fuzzy bunny slippers shuffle to the oreo moo juice tango as the reaper heralds midnight.
Masterbating martian seeks sweet solace in Caress's brain cramp induced belly button lint.
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Ouch, okay you mind sucking leeches, where's where's my Prozac???
Sometimes it's nice to not make sense.
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Caress
 
Merely more mushy maggot meringue, molded meticulously, menacingly mimicing Mork & Mindy, messily melting Monday morning.
forgive me, i felt alliterative today...
 
"How can sheep roll sideways through crawlscape when my crystal chimes buzz eloquently?", I ask to the complacent tea drinker.
"Jesuit!", he omitted with vehemence and sipped at his musky tea. The odor that enamated from the porcelain cup that held the musky liquid reminded me of the smell sheep rolling frontwards made.
"Precisely", concluded the pompous tea drinker.
What? How did he know what I was thinking?
I shaped my question around this thought and launched it at him.
He sighed, drank the remnants of his tea and explained.
"'Tis simple really. It's all to do with the fiendish odor of the crawlspace, not the actual odor of the sheep. The narrow diameter of the crawlspace intensifies and compresses the rather weak odor and created a veritable monster of a smell"
Smugly, he winked at me and put the tea cup on the floor. Baffled, I suddenly realised that he wasn't complacent at all. He was I fat tea drinker!
The end of episode 1
The tea drinker
stay tuned for tomorrows episode
 
"You should always carry two sacks of something with you wherever you go.. that way, when someone asks you to lend them a hand, you can say 'sorry, I've got these sacks'". -Deep Thoughts, by Jack Handey.
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~~~This is my church.. this is where I heal my hurts.. for tonight, God is a DJ~~~
 
I see the fleas of 1000 camels jumping on the star that never seems to move in the the sky that hides the machine that puffs out dinosaur shaped clouds.......and snowflakes shaped like the color yellow that land on my grandmother's rocking chair.
 
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