the cold mint grass slanted light yellow letters into the hot sounding air, which did not respond for the toothache it suffers from in so often not had. as the man quickly ran a sluggish pace of a snail and coated the street in mucis he thought "the sidewalk was attacking him." so he discontinued and sat into the slow, sweet feeling hole which swooned at her approach. but yet, without thought they bolth concentrated on the hole, lifted from the earth and built in the sky. the hole in the sky had!! had not. so we are looking and it stares, stares off in? in us. they stand-her,him-beside the cement embedded. the hole lives fixed in the air debateing, how or why mayhap? it spins and spins and spins revealing the contents which on the other side of itself are in existance. spinning quickly and more quickly and appears like a black orb, quivering in the air.

bill had five dogs. Five. Not six or seven. But five. They hated bill and wanted to kill Him. The dogs constructed a rudementary lathe. The kind a man would kill Himself to burn. Anyone in His own mind had to have anything like it. They took bills head and squashed It into jelly. Red soft jelly they ate with enjoyment and pleasure.

To start with, Bill is not an evil man. Only a bad man with evil intentions. That is to say that Bill would not hesitate to take from you everything you owned if you gave him half a chance. If you really had to call him somthing it would be evil. In its most pure, terrible form. As he walked along the slick candy streets made of yummy candy he stuck to a side. "Help me." he said unenthusiastically. "oh lord I am sinking, Please, Please, help me." He then sank to the bottom of some sandy, icy, watery, candy grave where he watched much television. Beginning he walked into the room "Hello!" he said "I am doing well." he said. "Hand me your shoes." He said. If it would please the court would king aurthor please stop insisting on insulting Mr. Hemmingway, he is after all your Brother!! "what?" a shock of sigh comes from the light green, smooth flavored audiance. AHHAHAHHH Boog goog dooogle.

I have somthing to say to you all. Those bodies found in my cellar were not mine. They were put there. They were put there by the third party involved in this cover-up you are now seeing. I walked out of my house one day and Bang Bang Bang here we go!!! / ahhhh we all sighed as we flew down the pastey white roller coaster "ok, here we go again AHHHHH!!! OH GOD, its coming closer.... dont blink. I just need to get a look at this ripped cornea of yours." said the Doctor as he picked up another hand grenade and threw it at the busload of incoming. ok now your eye looks just great and these glasses are Brutal Brutal haaaaggggreat great grandfather was a general in the second civil war in 1655 when everone had homosexual relations.

The carpet said in somwhat of a suprised glisten in his eye and then did not decide to let loose what it had to jut out of its mind into the medium which my ear rests on so nicely. "Whats that, come again" goldfish with largely putted ceiling fins puttered along. The carpet had to find some way of killing the annoying insolance which has bestowed upon itself. "Goldfish, draw your sword." The carpet and goldfish then dined and ate food in a romantic fasion, such that and lovers would be, envious? "On guard!" The carpet loudly puttered. They stood from the light blue table cloth covered table and drew their weapons, They crashed in bright sparkling golden crashes which swept in waves throughout. "Stop." Came the tablecloth. "What are you fighting? stop at once." The carpet and goldfish were touching, touching in a soft, muddled embrace. The goldfish wiggled softly and still a little more slowly upon the carpet, the water spilled around it, the carpet wet and drowning, the goldfish wiggles a little less and gasps the killing air. The goldfish stopped wiggling. She didnt put it back fast enough.

Everything is its own, private, sad little tragity.