Blue_Phlame
Bluelight Crew
This originally started out as an e-mail to a friend to pass the time untill he got to my place, I got carried away and started writing what ever popped into my head. I never spell checked, nor checked for punctuation.
one day he went to the forest he saved some bunnies and then he ate them for breakfast. he wasn't a strong man but he was the most powerful of his kind, u couldn't never hear him talk but he loved to blabber on about stuff no one cared about. he once ate computer mistaking it for an apple, this shows that he can read but he's incredibly dumb. he can read absolutely everything and understand it but the way he sleeps should be banned out of your house! he tried shooting a fork but i don't think he accomplished that feat. instead he started scrubbing Jennifer spears microphone, it was very soft almost like a strawberry. very orange and shaped like an adjective. it was hopping around on its scissor elbow very heavily until overhead, a pale moon hung in the empty night sky. a cold mist clung to the highway and the only sound was the shuffling of bare, half rotted feet. his dream realized, zom-billy wandered the lonely highway in search for food. behind him lay the ravaged remains of a beatrice, Nebraska, every soul consumed by his insatiable appetite for tangy human flesh. and yet, there was an aching where bully's heart once resided. was this all there was to do...shuffle around and eat people surely being a zombie had a greater purpose, and then his crumbling brain made a stark realization a horrible mistake had been made. billy wasn't supposed to be a zombie... he was supposed to hunt zombies. As a cow watched, its mouth slowly working over a tasty hunk of cud, billy dropped to the ground and wept sour, rotten tears until he saw Gollum! performing his smash hit 'precious' his pop music made all of the orcwood gleam in joy after his gloriously happy weeping...OMG HE SUNK HIS TEETH INTO MY ASS!! it exclaimed. liquid bellbottoms flew around his head right after he noticed that the night wasn't only purple... it was black and mace. this made him think... why would he be sleeping with someone's bed it obviously doesn't make any nonsence.. it helped him shape his back into a cube that was perfectly round. it had only 12 corners. and flew like bunions through her window. everybody knows that a jackal might dry hump you if your not careful knowing that he started making gravy just like his best friend looked like... I'm telling you that gravy is the force that binds us all together ... gravy, like us, comes in white and brown, mushroom and beef and all sorts of other Las Vegas like pyramids after his nap the intruder jumps out the window, pulling the cord on his parachute...and slams into the ground. he'd leaped from the second floor which said W3 G41N XP 4 C00K1N9 R4TS!!11 N0W YU0 D13 L4MA!!11. he fled quickly to his home where he was quickly dissected. the bits and pieces flew north 500 miles in 5 minutes.... if u do the math that's about 6000 miles per hour! sound travels about 660 Mph and the fastest jet in the world goes 3X that. how is that possible u ask well that's because he's the man... u do'nt believe me well i my religions ways that you wouldn't so.... it doesn't matter if they flew soo slow they go 12 times the speed of sound...its almost mind boggling he said. no worries... junior will surely top his sundae off with a bondi cigar. oh bloody hell!!! what are those little chocolate covered raisins doing to my grape! there fusing with it... they are finally controlling the matters of the universe that binds us all together... yes... gravy... now you know what the matrix is. but are you going to learn more about this abstract lorenzo of course!! by every passing day within a day on of course the days that make up just one day... its all amatter of buttered bread that falls always face down.. its always proven that your shin is the most likely to spot furniture in the dark before your mouth meets your power cord. Mr fabulous awoke with a full moon in his face.. there was nothing moving in the night... everything was absolutely quiet apart form the crisp breeze rustling through the shrub lining. a dog howled in the distance, a short hamster like figure stumbled out of a freshly opened grave. its tiny legs propelled it toward the office doorway.. and the tasty human flesh awaited within. it was time to exact a horrible retribution upon the poor saps that had buried him prematurely, who had tortured him with the sweet aroma of KFC day after day, while never giving him any. as happy crossed the parking lot, his dead lips smacking with hungry anticipation, he was run over by a Chevvy impala. unable to move, happy lay on the cold pavement all night until he was eaten by a small cat. while he was in the stomach tumbling around and around and slowly digested my the cats acids he found a little hole on the bottom of the stomach... slowly he got turned on and started raping it... the acids were burning every art of his body especially the tiny lump in his pants... the finally flew of after one of the waves crashed onto him. soon he found that he was standing naked on a beach somewhere in the Hawaiian islands... the sky was still awkwardly cheezeburger color but he didn't mind it. no matter how much of his shiny cranium was porated he never got to learn what it feels like to be bald.. no matter how much he wanted it. so he started walking down the street, he felt the water blow a mist of water through his hair.. he almost felt like he was falling from the sky... his helmet stopped him from poking his tongue out any further than 4 inches. the highway ahead of him was soon to end and he know that he must do something about it. he stepped on the accelerator and throttled past the edge of a gorge. while in mid air he turned on his hoverpack and landed safely on a bunch of sheep... that was close he said... noting the fibers under the fluffy tail of the ram in front of him. he got up, shook him self down then proceeded to the next port... his plane was already at the gate he quickly ran towards the metal detector, scanned himself down, checked his own tickets, and squeezed thru the closing door onto the plane. it was very open, he thought, he never saw any thing like it before. all the mathematical functions floating in the air among the melting clocks made him think like he was inside an aeroplane. he wishes he had never yelled at that clock. now it was mad at him... chasing him over the hills and under the oceans... until he spotted this alphabet it queerly spazzed around his nose till it quoted... 'yus'... 'yus' he thought who could possibly know that his nose was stuffed... everything slowed down to a simple vibration physical reality is nothing but a hologram of course. the information that flows through the wired is nothing but a thought. The body, the activity of he human brain, is merely a physical phenomenon caused by a synapses delivering electrical impulses. The body exists only to verify one's own existence. we are all one consciousness experimenting its self sub-adjectivally. There's no such thing as death; life is only a dream and we're the imagination of ourselves. can his process of life be accurate yes in-deed. Kami shall force you to eat the gravy that we once called our home... that will teach you. it seems just like the peace we had during 1940 easy going and simple minded. fire was a new creation and Jesus was still in its creation pod. making sure of this... the iraqi people soon figured out that we just were too s'house therefore we bombed their twin towers. as good as it sounds. we still can't get our hands on his joystick... making it our primary goal. He swam to the moons gravitational pull and pulled the plug... NO LONGER, i say, no longer will we linger around till we bight out twats off... these bread crumpets that i hold on my brain are just a keep sake of the wonderful wizard of oz. because because because. because he isn't the only one to fall from the forest. he knew that one day he will go to the Forest to kill some bunnies.. and have them for his breakfast. how he caught them still remains a mystery but we know for sure that they certainly wernt bunnies... they were the descendants from jimmy... still squirming on the leaf petal after he made love to it... the lilies little by little lowered them down to the ground where they were to the point of no return... SO CLOSE but yet so far...
one day he went to the forest he saved some bunnies and then he ate them for breakfast. he wasn't a strong man but he was the most powerful of his kind, u couldn't never hear him talk but he loved to blabber on about stuff no one cared about. he once ate computer mistaking it for an apple, this shows that he can read but he's incredibly dumb. he can read absolutely everything and understand it but the way he sleeps should be banned out of your house! he tried shooting a fork but i don't think he accomplished that feat. instead he started scrubbing Jennifer spears microphone, it was very soft almost like a strawberry. very orange and shaped like an adjective. it was hopping around on its scissor elbow very heavily until overhead, a pale moon hung in the empty night sky. a cold mist clung to the highway and the only sound was the shuffling of bare, half rotted feet. his dream realized, zom-billy wandered the lonely highway in search for food. behind him lay the ravaged remains of a beatrice, Nebraska, every soul consumed by his insatiable appetite for tangy human flesh. and yet, there was an aching where bully's heart once resided. was this all there was to do...shuffle around and eat people surely being a zombie had a greater purpose, and then his crumbling brain made a stark realization a horrible mistake had been made. billy wasn't supposed to be a zombie... he was supposed to hunt zombies. As a cow watched, its mouth slowly working over a tasty hunk of cud, billy dropped to the ground and wept sour, rotten tears until he saw Gollum! performing his smash hit 'precious' his pop music made all of the orcwood gleam in joy after his gloriously happy weeping...OMG HE SUNK HIS TEETH INTO MY ASS!! it exclaimed. liquid bellbottoms flew around his head right after he noticed that the night wasn't only purple... it was black and mace. this made him think... why would he be sleeping with someone's bed it obviously doesn't make any nonsence.. it helped him shape his back into a cube that was perfectly round. it had only 12 corners. and flew like bunions through her window. everybody knows that a jackal might dry hump you if your not careful knowing that he started making gravy just like his best friend looked like... I'm telling you that gravy is the force that binds us all together ... gravy, like us, comes in white and brown, mushroom and beef and all sorts of other Las Vegas like pyramids after his nap the intruder jumps out the window, pulling the cord on his parachute...and slams into the ground. he'd leaped from the second floor which said W3 G41N XP 4 C00K1N9 R4TS!!11 N0W YU0 D13 L4MA!!11. he fled quickly to his home where he was quickly dissected. the bits and pieces flew north 500 miles in 5 minutes.... if u do the math that's about 6000 miles per hour! sound travels about 660 Mph and the fastest jet in the world goes 3X that. how is that possible u ask well that's because he's the man... u do'nt believe me well i my religions ways that you wouldn't so.... it doesn't matter if they flew soo slow they go 12 times the speed of sound...its almost mind boggling he said. no worries... junior will surely top his sundae off with a bondi cigar. oh bloody hell!!! what are those little chocolate covered raisins doing to my grape! there fusing with it... they are finally controlling the matters of the universe that binds us all together... yes... gravy... now you know what the matrix is. but are you going to learn more about this abstract lorenzo of course!! by every passing day within a day on of course the days that make up just one day... its all amatter of buttered bread that falls always face down.. its always proven that your shin is the most likely to spot furniture in the dark before your mouth meets your power cord. Mr fabulous awoke with a full moon in his face.. there was nothing moving in the night... everything was absolutely quiet apart form the crisp breeze rustling through the shrub lining. a dog howled in the distance, a short hamster like figure stumbled out of a freshly opened grave. its tiny legs propelled it toward the office doorway.. and the tasty human flesh awaited within. it was time to exact a horrible retribution upon the poor saps that had buried him prematurely, who had tortured him with the sweet aroma of KFC day after day, while never giving him any. as happy crossed the parking lot, his dead lips smacking with hungry anticipation, he was run over by a Chevvy impala. unable to move, happy lay on the cold pavement all night until he was eaten by a small cat. while he was in the stomach tumbling around and around and slowly digested my the cats acids he found a little hole on the bottom of the stomach... slowly he got turned on and started raping it... the acids were burning every art of his body especially the tiny lump in his pants... the finally flew of after one of the waves crashed onto him. soon he found that he was standing naked on a beach somewhere in the Hawaiian islands... the sky was still awkwardly cheezeburger color but he didn't mind it. no matter how much of his shiny cranium was porated he never got to learn what it feels like to be bald.. no matter how much he wanted it. so he started walking down the street, he felt the water blow a mist of water through his hair.. he almost felt like he was falling from the sky... his helmet stopped him from poking his tongue out any further than 4 inches. the highway ahead of him was soon to end and he know that he must do something about it. he stepped on the accelerator and throttled past the edge of a gorge. while in mid air he turned on his hoverpack and landed safely on a bunch of sheep... that was close he said... noting the fibers under the fluffy tail of the ram in front of him. he got up, shook him self down then proceeded to the next port... his plane was already at the gate he quickly ran towards the metal detector, scanned himself down, checked his own tickets, and squeezed thru the closing door onto the plane. it was very open, he thought, he never saw any thing like it before. all the mathematical functions floating in the air among the melting clocks made him think like he was inside an aeroplane. he wishes he had never yelled at that clock. now it was mad at him... chasing him over the hills and under the oceans... until he spotted this alphabet it queerly spazzed around his nose till it quoted... 'yus'... 'yus' he thought who could possibly know that his nose was stuffed... everything slowed down to a simple vibration physical reality is nothing but a hologram of course. the information that flows through the wired is nothing but a thought. The body, the activity of he human brain, is merely a physical phenomenon caused by a synapses delivering electrical impulses. The body exists only to verify one's own existence. we are all one consciousness experimenting its self sub-adjectivally. There's no such thing as death; life is only a dream and we're the imagination of ourselves. can his process of life be accurate yes in-deed. Kami shall force you to eat the gravy that we once called our home... that will teach you. it seems just like the peace we had during 1940 easy going and simple minded. fire was a new creation and Jesus was still in its creation pod. making sure of this... the iraqi people soon figured out that we just were too s'house therefore we bombed their twin towers. as good as it sounds. we still can't get our hands on his joystick... making it our primary goal. He swam to the moons gravitational pull and pulled the plug... NO LONGER, i say, no longer will we linger around till we bight out twats off... these bread crumpets that i hold on my brain are just a keep sake of the wonderful wizard of oz. because because because. because he isn't the only one to fall from the forest. he knew that one day he will go to the Forest to kill some bunnies.. and have them for his breakfast. how he caught them still remains a mystery but we know for sure that they certainly wernt bunnies... they were the descendants from jimmy... still squirming on the leaf petal after he made love to it... the lilies little by little lowered them down to the ground where they were to the point of no return... SO CLOSE but yet so far...
