rainbow lawn the night drabs it’s way across Bobbys’ inner mind. the long dead landscape before him, speaks to him in tones of sensual dementia. “I wanted to be so many more colors than this”. bobby he pretends not to hear it, but the voice persists. “this is not my way this is not my day, to be this gray” as the lights begin to form in Bobbys mind the lawn she dies. the grass pulled under in the currents of the worms as they stir in the black soil. brown paper Chickens dance about in Bobbys head as he laughs inside. three little chickens all sat in a row. twirled in their space. they made love beneath the stars as they danced. two cocks and a hen, two cocks and a hen. they fell asleep in love and not a rooster crowed their names, not a hen pecked their ground. living in the bag of flour made a life of shakes and bangs, oh but what a joy to dance in that snow. what a world to love in and be loved in. killing everyone maybe some would use a bomb, even when the thought had crossed Bobbys mind. his inner swirl though told another spin. a vision of giant speakers become the instrument of demise. first to have a curtain, then a line of everyone. one by one to have each through the curtain to find bobby standing before them. bobby steps behind the giant speaker and the spice girls begin to blare from the woofer. the speaker teeters then falls(with help) onto the victim. wash rinse repeat. naked piano roller-skating races the races the world would stare upon if such a thing existed. rules of the game are simple: first to the end of the race wins, you must be naked, and keep your hands on the piano. rubbers for cats enough said flounder but found her as the thoughts of cats using prophylactics slip from mind the swirl it curls in and up the leg of Bobbys mind. it tickles the thoughts of an eternal winter surrounding the lake that is always warm. the snow all flowing around the banks of the water, no flakes dared to fall there for the fear of the giant flounder that resided within. the teeth of winters bite chattered at the sight of the shimmering place. the flounder of warm lake lived for the snowflake hunt and kill. was always amused looking back on each instance that he raped and abused the winter when it came. many years away have passed since the last flake chomp or the last cold hump. the flounder grew no but shrank as the years ponded by, and as things always do the flounder eventually died. winter still it stayed away from fear that the beast would return from the dead. a wading in the waters was a young woman. she loved the warm place and the way it caressed her and dressed her in ripples in the surface. those ripples were the love the lake felt for her, so much like the love so given to the well remembered flounder. the winter felt so mocked in this display that it stopped the water and with the woman too was halted in mid-float. frozen were they, in love the great flounder unremembered. apple core whore Courtney love and an apple core(Macintosh) get it on then afterward the apple core bitches about the lousy lay drops 20 apple seeds on the pillow and storms out. sleeping none for me thanks. shades of the man there is a running man in the swirl. keeping the pace with various floating ghosts and teacups full of doubt. the running man never thinks, never knows. though it would seem this man would be in wonderful shape, this is far from the truth. rolls of fat bounce about him in a blur. he does not ever appear winded though, and his steps never faultier. he runs the thin line between the swirl and oblivion, but he does not seem to be worried. he has three shadows about him. a pink one, a nothing one, and a black one. the pink one sweats, the black one scrapes the borders of oblivion, and the nothing one eats away at the swirls escaping vapors. round to round and round goes the running mans song. the mighty pune-pune the ancient god of appendages calls to his many followers. to truly hear him it is required that one offer to the fire of pune, the left ear. to offer both ears to pune-pune grants one a seat for one night in the after ever for dinner with lord pune-pune himself. pune-pune requires his followers to also offer one finger every ten years to the fire of pune. to offer a thumb or toe is a sin for it is written that the thumb and toe is were the soul goes to relax. ash castle there is a tiny castle that lives on the outside, but in sight of the swirl. it is the castle that grows quickly before Bobbys eyes in the dark. the little lanterns of the people inside, flash by as they run up and down the stair’s spiral twists. the castle it grows and glows until the time that it is snuffed dead by Bobbys hand. venom when the world collapses before the Christians and the truth comes to anti-light, the swirl will manifest. who ever dares to take a bite of the beast, will be zombies for the pagan jesus. the venom will flow over them. this is named by the swirl the day of Siberia 2009 September 23. observing sociopath day remember sociopath day October 10. do not forget to stay home on that day, and do not buy your friends any presents. make sure you punch your mailman when he gets to your door. he too will be impressed that you remembered the true spirit of sociopath day. before sociopath day buy black paint to decorate all your windows. make sure to never pick up your phone on sociopath day. decorate your home for the holiday with pictures of all the people who made you mad this year. don’t forget to use scissors and a black marker to cut out their eyes and black out their teeth from the pictures. if your feeling very festive you can write death threats to the president. urinating on your cat while it sleeps is a perfect way to get your pets involved in sociopath day. sociopath day only comes once a year so have fun with it. Learning to hate losing greed comes too easily to some and that also goes for the swirl. the swirl hates to be ignored and does many a thing to keep itself in the spotlight. bobby always tries to fight it but in the end succumbs to the swirl and it’s hypnotizing charms. Trick is to learn not to enjoy losing. tapestry of the swirl a million pictures flash together making lights of all colors in Bobbys mind. tortured animals lay at the feet of young children not knowing why, just feeling purely pain and anguish. the animals are children as well. a man walks the sidewalk careful to step on each crack in the pavement as he hums. the picture in his mind is of his mother. one woman stands shaking and waiting for the next rock to come. rocks lay at her feet and she slips on them as she paces. a man who is known as a pillar stares at his daughter with a longing of corrupted mind. the daughter confused from this hugs the needle once again and thinks as the pain fades, what a world this is for me. someone’s mother steals a box of unsalted crackers. as she eats them she realizes she is damned. a man swerves his truck to hit a turtle who almost made across the highway safely. he chuckles to himself but doesn’t know why. someone screams in the night “where is love” but no one hears to answer. he hugs the carrot with a kitty head. a woman engages in sex once again. she longs for love but stays alone in the dark. an animal twitches at the feet of young children as it dies. one boy laughs as another child cries and neither knows why. a boy of 35 looses his virginity again in the dark alone. the scars on his body shimmer bright in his mind. a preacher slits his lovers throat behind a truck stop. he believes he will see her in heaven. one child laughs one child cries. the tick people on the shadows is a tribe of souls. they attach themselves to something with jaws of infection. they are small when they begin, but soon they become fat sucking the life from their hosts. they spread disease wearing their pink sweat suits. they must die but they do not for they hide in the night. The swirl on masturbation many a creative energy seems to be wasted on the pursuit of self release, and wasted fantasy. Oh if a man would just be patient and not waste the power, it could be harnessed into something far greater. the dreams that are wet have to be far more gratifying than rubbing oneself to climax while staring at pictures for imagination purposes. think of the money saved on lotion as well. perhaps saving that sexual energy for a beautiful woman may make the moment ten times greater than if one had only handled himself that morning. sex is a beautiful gift not to be abused. hey but it’s just a thought do whatever pops your cork world o’ meat beaters. bald headed woman were is the bald headed woman. she is the one who is not ashamed. she is the beautiful one in the sea of Cindy crawfishes’. I the swirl holds the bald headed woman high as queen. they may whisper, but no one laughs at the bald headed woman. only one that holds a higher rank than that is the hairy pitted bald headed woman. number four whore Courtney love and the number four were doing the nasty groove. Courtney love sneezed on the four and he slapped her like she was a four dollar whore and stormed out. Destructo-bitch vs. the swirl the destructive bitch looks over her handy work with a wicked smile. those dumb but ruthless eyes laughing as Beelzebub might. yes the Destructo-bitch is a cruel nugget forced from the swollen anus of Bobbys life. every time she plops into the water of his mind, the swirl duelly notes it in it’s book. the swirl does not forgive. the swirl stuffs the bitches face with exploding pepper, when she sneezes her head it pops. there is not any mess though because the head is filled with nothing but evil. evil is allot like helium. simone stenocroft it was a day in June when simone was casually strolling down the walk. he was whistling a little tune with a pep in his step. his promotion to assistant checker at the tablo-save has made his week. things seemed to always go to simones advantage in life. after a bit of walking simone found a shiny quarter on the ground. he crouched to pick it up when he noticed that the quarter not only was shiny, it was swirling. he clasped the coin, and both his legs exploded into meaty liquid. the rest of him landed testicles first to the pavement. simone couldn’t scream, though he tried. his screams got lost somewhere in his mouth. people passed by but seemed not to notice simone or the mess coating the sidewalk. the shiny quarter devoured simones soul on that very spot. the flailing freak show that was simones body bounced upwards and downwards as it was sucked into the swirling quarter of death. a lesbian there is a lesbian that guards the gates of the swirl. she is the one who keeps the inventions from becoming reality. she holds her awesome enormous purple double ended “club” with a grip of steel. ready and waiting for any inventions to try any “funny stuff”. every one loves and fears the lesbian of the swirl. the eye the eye of the gossip. the eye of the fool. two eyes one head to hold them. naked men often dance. it’s called the dance of the naked man. all the naked men are small. the eye of the naked man. the eye of the storm. one world to hold them, and it’s gross. the tree of the swirl there is a tree that is always chasing the swirl. the swirl tries to stay clear but the tree limbs grow long. the tree loves the swirl, a love that is unhealthy. unholy. perverse. the tree grows toward the anti-light that is the swirl. bobby never understood because the tree is the swirl and visa-versa. the giant fan with toxic fumes a man stands in the desert all alone. we will call this man Lesley. he walks and walks never quite making it anywhere. after years of wandering aimlessly through the sands, Lesley found a little switch in the sand. his face filled with tears of joy as he flipped the interesting switch in the sand. a few seconds later a helicopter came and lowered a giant fan to the desert floor right in front of Lesley. he watched the amazing chopper leave before turning his attention toward the giant fan with the big swirling red button on it. with his eyes filled with gold Lesley pressed the button. the fan began to turn. he noticed right away that it created no breeze, instead it was sucking air into it. the sand around him swirled a vicious circle stinging his suddenly nude body. his clothes swirled about him in a dingy blur. Lesley was then sucked with much force into the fan. the fan disappeared into never leaving Lesley in chunks like ol’roy in the sand. Lesley somehow lived on with consciousness to of each part of himself. buzzards ate him up and squirt him from high altitudes onto the shirts of archeologists. convenience store whore Courtney Love was masturbating in an eight till late inside the drink cooler when the snapple tea got so disgusted it committed suicide throwing itself to the floor. there was a mass suicide of coke & Pepsi products only seconds later. only the beer remained. a bud light offered to go a round with her. the summoner with finger tips all gray with power he stands. the elements before his feet churn themselves into the deep, forming pink gases. he screams to the heavens, and they answer in thunderclap bolts, and green lit clouds. forth comes the demon. “ I for the one the one for the world. the world just a child to you come.” ominous red eyes gleam forth from oblivion. it is the tortured soul called dragon. the beast tore a guttural roar enough to knock a man flat. the summoner stood, knowing only now that he was no longer just a mortal man, but a god. god toys all eventually wear out. toys the toys all love, and the toys all feel. we grow up and throw our toys away, in their minds we will always stay. the stuffed lion will remember the days forever under the tree with sandy. the times they laid together and she was kept safe by his rumpled mane. Billy loved his toy robots that destroyed all those little green army men. they lay now in pieces under the front porch steps. losers in the war for Billy’s attention. the toys remember, you. ghosts and young spaces old ghosts they live in many places. funny thing is they will live in all sorts of pictures of people you’ve never seen before. they look on you and haunt your soul through the night. they can make their home in a corner or floor. in a house, in a room, in a heart. we love and hate them for their spirit and their ziel. we will never feel like they feel. dark outside the light from the city glows in the distance as no cars pass by. time for flying. time for dreams. every one lives in the city, except the outcasts from the light. in the city you cannot fly. in the city you cannot sleep. it is dark outside, and the crickets sing in a wall of sound. it is dark outside and the porch light flickers with a thousand moths. there are your dreams. there are your wings. pound cake piss off cake boy, with your fat little face. the kind of face you would like to pop all over. no one cares about you cake boy. suicide is best for one such as you. mistakes can sometimes fix themselves. the boys at the mill all kick you around. they call you pound cake as they beat your breath away. every one hates you. brunch oh the flesh is not to be denied. if they say they don’t want it , they have lied. it is said to be wrong to partake in a taste of the meat. who knows what is wrong any more. there are all types of cannibals in the world today. do people go good with potatoes, or maybe cheese, mixed with grits, or fried with a biscuit. fire brand you are my beer when I sit down at night. I love to taste you on my lips and feel you down inside. you drunken me with joy and stagger me silly with kindness. and you only cost $1.19 at the convenience mart. monkey the richest of all to live near the swirl is the monkey. he lives in that space between your eyes being open and closed. he lives off the worms that eat the crumbs of the mind. he owns all the toys forgotten and all the yet undiscovered treasures. he is happy but full of greed in his heart. he will die before handing over a thing to the swirl. naked tootle pointing contest rules are simple. no dressing on your tootle. no prosthetic tootles. (sorry ladies) no special tootle raising drugs are allowed. no tampering with a tootle other than yours. no petroleum based products are allowed. surgically altered tootles are allowed. point straight as you can. play fair, have fun. be safe... mellow snow plow plows and it misses all the snow. running through the streets only pushing out the hope and understanding. someone will stay mellow through all of this, and someone will die. salt truck salts the bridge, but the bridge it always burns. the ice queen wins again. she is always mellow and the truck driver dies. fetch the life paper lanterns coat the air with pinks and greens and romance. the songs of the long dead are songs for the living again, they fill the night. the thoughts of the breeze become on their faces. it is love and it is strength. kisses in the alleys kisses in the streets, strangers become friends. everyone is walking to and from. they all are on their errands to catch a bit of happiness in a jar. the voices of ones before tell the tales of a life ahead. the wine is passed down the streets. the laughter pour like tears from a babe. creaking steps your boss is on your back again. a little pushing you around. what life is this for you. all bent over his desk when the mood strikes him so. how did you get to this when did you lose so much respect. when you were just a child and you creeped around at night. the boards beneath your feet would creak. they sounded like screams to you so you slid yourself around on your back. maybe if you didn’t let those boards control you, you today would be fine. if only your parents had bought carpet. if only you never got thirsty in the night. the weezing if you listen just right sounds like creaking steps. nixon Richard came back today as a giant turd. Jerry recognized the turd too late as it went down. just like nixon, always on the way down. try a potato next time around rich. we love you though just try again friend. now look what you did to poor Jerry. he hasn’t gone to the bathroom in a week. he talks to himself and he yells at his mail. he bought a gun yesterday. you were probably the most influential piece of poop ever to be. there is something we go deaf in the cast of the swine trails. trails of light and magical wonder before us. feelings are always strong when it comes to love and hate. we love in the dark and no one sees. no one knows the ways of the magic and no one cares to see. there is something that is good and pure. have you seen things such as this? bodies burning the penis throbs before her, and her body ripples with delight. she has seen the man timeless times before, but now his nudity brings him past any imaginings she ever had. she takes hold of the mans sensitive place. it is so hot it burns her palm. she presses it to her place and it slips in to place with an explosion of sensation. here it is the dream inside of her. pressing hard pressing with passion. he looks into those eyes he’d seen timeless times before for the first time in the dark as she screams. the feeling unlike any before, tears away all other thoughts that are not primal. bodies burn in forbidden love like pancakes mixing on the stove. the vampire is dead but no one mourns for him as they take from one another in the night. there has never been a moment such as this nor will there ever be again. motion it makes for lust discovered over and over again. indescribable passion soaks the night filled with unforgivable sin. a love much more real is perfected in acts of passion that ever would be planned. time rippled for this, time tore. never would such a Haley’s comet come again. heaving chests wet soaked hair and breasts they come. they come to heaven together and clasped together. what is wrong, what is sin at a time such as this? don’t know you define crap to a bird and fight him till one of you is dead. fight with yourself as you wrestle up the remote control. no one knows you my friend. fun with local crack heads 1 ingrediants:1 pogo-stick, string, telephone pole, piece of crack, and a local crack head. mixing instructions: tie crack rock to string and fix with ladder at least 20 feet up. hand pogo stick to local crack head and tell him to jump up and get the rock. sit back and watch the fun. fire walkers elephants break through the jungle, break free to the city of angels. the streets filled with idiot monkeys barking at the wind. if there is a fire it will be taken, if there is a trek it will be a trek of shame. observing enemy day April fifth is enemy day. some call it the best day of the year. it is custom on enemy day to go to your worst enemies home and decorate it in enemy day fashion. decorations are as follows. two pounds of your pets feces(if you don’t have a pet your own fecal matter is a nice substitute). use a glove and smear the pet poop generously over the welcome mat, any yard deco like garden gnomes etc., and the car door handle if applicable. ten dollars worth of roofing tacks go a long way on enemy day. hide the tacks in various places around the outside of your enemies home. walkways and behind the car (if applicable). plan ahead this year and pay your local homeless wino to hunt you down a poisonous snake. slide the snake into the mail slot or place it the mail box. this is the perfect way to show your festive spirit. have fun. enemy day comes only once a year. here you are there is a way to think. and a way to walk. if you do it wrong your a fool. you’re a foolish thing and no one will be mean to your face. when you walk away though when you walk away your name is used with spite. “look at those thoughts look at that walk what a freak”. well I love you dear. farm boy on a Saturday night cute naked pigs mud wrestling all in front of farm boy on a Saturday night. temptations. the cows are all lined in a tight little row ends facing farm boy on a Saturday night. temptations of the devil. as farm boy passes the chicken coupe they call for him by name on a Saturday night. more temptations of the devil. as farm boy eats his supper his dog cleans himself seductively while staring at farm boy on a Saturday night. farm boy fought all of it away and went to bed and closed his eyes on a Saturday night. farm boy counts sheep till he falls asleep. staple the staples that hold us together seem to be rusted. the ties that bind us unfurled. there is something to the swamp. there is something to the sounds. just to crawl up under the mud would be so perfect. and you are society and I am the disease. and I can’t feel the staples anymore. HE’S IN LOVE WITH YOU LOOKING OUTSIDE SOMETIMES YOU CAN SEE IT IN THE SETTING SUN. THE STORY TOLD AGAIN AS IT WAS BEFORE. YOU SIT THERE WITH YOUR TEA AND SMILE THE HURT SMILE. THE SMILE THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM LOVE. HE IS SO IN LOVE, BUT YOU LOVE JACK. JACK DOESN’T LOVE YOU. TWISTING IN YOUR CHAIR THINKING TO THE DAYS YOU MADE LOVE TO JACK IN HIS COWBOY HAT, AND THE MAN THAT LOVED YOU WAS AWAY. THE DAY YOUR MAN RAN AWAY, YOU CALLED FOR JACK TO COME INTO YOUR ARMS. HE IS SO IN LOVE, BUT NOT WITH YOU. AND THE MAN THAT SO LOVES YOU HAS GONE AWAY. WICKER HEAD HE STANDS ON THE BEACH AND EVERY ONE KNOWS HIM, BUT NO ONE KNOWS HIS NAME. THE WIND WHISTLES THROUGH HIS HEAD. HIS HANDS IN HIS POCKETS AS HE STROLLS DOWN THE SHORE. WICKER HEAD IT IS SAID HAS NO FRIENDS. HE WALKS ALONE, AND ALL HE SEES THAT HE IS STRANGE AND WHITE. HIS NAME IS JIM. TRAPPED IN ANOTHER MANS PARADISE A HORRIBLE HELL IS TO BE TRAPPED IN ANOTHER MANS PARADISE. AN ORGY OF BEAUTIFUL GAY WOMAN LAY BEFORE HIM AND HE’S ALLERGIC TO LESBIANS. HIS FACE SWELLS UP, HIS EYES WATER, AND HE SNEEZES TILL HE PUKES. THE DOOR IS LOCKED AND THEIR CALLING HIS NAME. COME , COME, COME THEY SAY AND HE SCRATCHES ON THE DOOR TO TRY TO GET AWAY. HIS BRAIN STARTS TO THROB WITH PAIN. HEAVEN IT IS NOT. RANDOMONIUMART THE STORE IS SO CROWDED THE SHELVES ARE ALL FULL. FULL OF THINGS NO ONES EVER HEARD OF BEFORE. THERE YOU CAN SEE RUBBERS FOR YOUR DUCK, SWEATERS MADE OF GRANDMOTHERS WHO DIED OF NATURAL CAUSES, ENEMA IN THE SHAPE OF YOUR FAVORITE HANNA~BARBARA CHARACTERS, ONE OF A KIND PICTURES MADE BY COWS, SATAN PUFFS, AND MALIGNANT TUMOR (THE GAME). THERE WAS SO MUCH MORE, ENOUGH TO MAKE YOUR HEAD ALL SORE. FUN WITH LOCAL CRACK HEADS 2 THIS ONE IS EASY. ALL YOU NEED IS DUCT TAPE, A CRACK HEAD, AND ONE OF YOUR WORST ENEMIES. FIRST TELL THE CRACK HEAD IF HE/SHE LETS YOU TAPE THEIR ARMS BEHIND THEIR BACK THEY WILL GET A CRACK ROCK. WAIT UNTIL YOU KNOW YOUR ENEMY WILL BE OUTSIDE. TELL THE CRACK HEAD THAT THE CRACK ROCK IS HIDDEN SOMEWHERE ON YOUR ENEMIES BODY. THEN LET THE CRACK HEAD GO. SIT BACK AND WATCH THE FUN. happy Joe happy Joe loved to sing and dance around. every one loved Joe. one day someone put him in the microwave and turned it on. POP goes the Joe. falatio everyone says to turn the lights out before you go. some like the lights on though. with falatio the pink shorts cult remembered the pink shorts cult has been seen gallivanting around town once again. bobby shakes his head in shame(but truly is proud). the pink shorts cult meets in secret. they discuss bobby and how truly wonderful he is. bobby used to run from them but now after many years has decided to take them into his arms. bobby is now the cult leader. the pink shorts cult was founded in September of 1991. the founder went by the name of Lola. Lola is dead now but her legacy lives on. their motto remembered. “don’t have a bobby, be a bobby”. some call the pink shorts cult, followers of an egomaniacal fool, who cares nothing for his worshipers. this used to be true but bobby has changed his wicked ways. it is surprising to see just how many “pinkies” there are scattered here and there. this ever growing list includes even famous celebrities such as; marv Albert, Courtney love, whoopi goldburg, and Tracy lords. the list also includes various animal celebrities like; the monkey from friends, and Courtney love. so come on America put on those pink shorts and lets love bobby. MOLD GUY THERE IS A GUY. HE IS COVERED WITH MOLD. HE SMELLS LIKE A FAT MAN’S REFRIGERATOR. PEOPLE LICK HIS HEAD AND GET HIGH. MOLD GUY IS POPULAR. MOLD GUY DOESN’T TAKE A BATH. THEY CALL HIM A VISIONARY. HAT HEAD IN THE DAYS OF OLD THERE WAS A HEAD ATOP A GOLDEN PIKE. IT WAS A FUNNY HEAD WITH A WEIRD COMICAL EXPRESSION. THE HEAD HAD NO HAT, BUT HAD HAT HEAD. WALKING BY THE HEAD EVERY DAY MADE MOST FEEL AGITATED BY THE STATE OF THE HAIR. SOME TRIED TO CLIMB THE PIKE AND COMB THE HIDEOUS HAIR BUT GREASE FROM THE UNKEMPT MESS MADE IT IMPOSSIBLE. MARCH OF JIMMY’S PUBIC REVOLT OCTOBER 29TH JIMMY WAS AT HOME CELEBRATING HIS 13TH BIRTHDAY IN HIS OWN PRIVATE WAY. THAT WAS THE DAY HIS THREE PUBIC HAIRS REVOLTED. THEY CHANTED AND MARCHED DOWN JIMMY’S LEG. JIMMY BEGAN TO SCREAM AND LOST ALL CONCENTRATION. HE TRIED SCOOPING UP THE HAIRS BUT THEY SLIPPED THROUGH HIS SLIMY FINGERS. THE MARCH CONTINUED UNDER THE BATHROOM DOOR AND OUT INTO THE HALL. THE HAIRS WORKED TOGETHER AND CALLED 911 ON POOR JIMMY. JIMMY WAS ARRESTED FOR PENILE ABUSE AND CRUELTY TO THE PUBIC REPUBLIC OF JIMMY. JIMMY WAS SENTENCED TO TWENTY DAYS AND WAS FORCED TO APPEAR AT SEVERAL SELF ABUSE SEMINARS. HE ALSO HAD TO CARRY A PICTURE OF HIS PENIS IN HIS WALLET AT ALL TIMES. IT WAS NOT UNCOMMON MONTHS AFTERWARD TO RECEIVE PHONE CALLS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT FROM HIS ESTRANGED PENIS. JIMMY’S PENIS SEEMED TO GET A SICK JOY FROM TORMENTING HIM. JIMMY’S PENIS IS NOW ON TOUR WITH THE THREE PUBIC HAIRS. THEY WILL BE ON RICKY LAKE ON TUESDAY. FALSETTO EVERYONE DANCE AROUND THE GUY WITH THE HELIUM ADDICTION. MAYBE IF WE TONGUE HIM WE WILL GET HIGH TOO. LET’S ALL FLOAT AROUND THE PUDGY FALSETTO. THE SUMMONER VS. FARM BOY THE GRIM SUMMONER STOOD BEFORE FARM BOY WITH A LOOK OF STRIFE. UNLIKE ANY STRIFE THAT HAS BEEN STRIFE BEFORE. FARM BOY STARED AT THE SUMMONER WITH A STUPID LOOK ON HIS FACE. FARM BOY HAD NEVER SEEN A MAN WITH A ROBE ON BEFORE. HE THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE A DRESS, AND THIS GUY MIGHT BE ONE OF THOSE CALIFORNIA TRANSVESTITES LIKE ON THE JERRY SPRINGIER. BLUE POWER CRACKED FROM THE SUMMONER’S FINGERTIPS AND HE BEGAN TO CHANT. ” OOOLLAA BAANOOOTA BEAGLA ASSALAMA CHOOTA!!!” POOF! A MONSTER APPEARED BEFORE FARM BOY UNLIKE ANY HE HAD SEEN BEFORE. THE CREATURE SNARLED AT FARM BOY, SMOKE BILLOWING FROM IT’S NOSTRILS. THE SUMMONER KNEW THE CREATURE AS THE MIGHTY CENTAUR. FARM BOY ONLY SAW A HORSE WITH A MANS BODY FOR A HEAD. THE TEMPTATIONS OF THE DEVIL WERE TOO MUCH FOR FARM BOY. QUICKLY HE DROPPED HIS OVERALLS TO THE GROUND AND POUNCED ONTO THE GREAT BEAST. THE CENTAUR SCREAMED AND TRIED TO GET AWAY BUT FARM BOY’S BEAR LIKE GRIP HELD HIM. THE BEAST GALLOPED AWAY WITH FARM BOY ATTACHED. THE SUMMONER WAS HUMILIATED. THE END. FROMPITY TUMPITY TO TO TO TWEE AS THE NAKEDEST FRUITAHH, FELLO DA FRUITAHH TWEE. POO SAMMY DA WAMMY SHO NEVA DID SEE. HE FROMPITY AN WOMPITY AN TRUMPITY AN SWEE, BUHTHA WILLITY WA SO FRILLITY AROUN DA TO TO TWEE. SO WE SWAMMITY AN WAMITY SO SAMMITY WOO NO SPREE. BUHTEE FRAMMITY ON AN AMITTY AROUND THE TO TO TWEE. the sounds finding the sounds of the swirl is tre’ difficult when the wind is working against you. and you want to fly away, the wind it works against you and the sounds are blown down the valley. there is something like cheese but it is not cheese it is better than cheese and every body wants it this cheese like thing sex on a rock, sex in a ditch, sex in a house, sex on the beach, sex on your grandma’s bed. phone line there is a telephone ringing. don’t pick it up. may be the sweet talking devil trying to sodomy our minds with special limited time offers and requests for donation to the police extra nostril fund. people on drugs they don’t care anymore. they don’t love themselves for who they are. just going on trying to slip through the cracks of life. don’t you have poor , poor, pity for them and their pathetic goings on? hostile fluffy bunny takeover the drone works on. they don’t care about the thing called life. the thing called outside. stamping their time cards. it is comfortable it feels right. the have forgotten love. run the fuck away fore mentioned workers. they are coming for it all. the purple fluffy bunny minion. they have swords, and they have guns. the manager has a fluffy bunny bullet in his brain. the workers lay in pieces on the work room floor. purple fluffy fur all stained with a hostile war. the fattest fluffy bunny takes the presidents seat. he lights his cigar, and he smiles with satisfaction. heart worms when jimmy got heart worms we all left him be. how in the hell did he get heart worms? poor jimmy, poor , poor, jimmy. him and his heart worms all wiggle like in his heart. it’s like being in love. fluffy bunny Easter tree of blood “we wish you a happy Easter, we wish you a happy Easter, and many happy returns.” the drones all sing and dance in the church hall on the special day called Easter Sunday. it has been brewing for a millennia, the day the fluffy bunny minion liberated the holiday for themselves. slowly they have integrated into it’s traditions. patient bunny power has waited for this day. the doors to the church burst open, and in marches the fluffy bunny army. all dressed up with sandals and robes. they ware fake beards on their faces. purple fluffy bunnies swarm all dressed like jesus Christ. within a moment the machine guns and machetes were out and fulfilling their purposes. all the pieces that were left quivering in piles were hung upon the great Easter tree to dry. little jesus bunny fluffy families danced around the tree and sang songs of war and joy. itching back side jimmy has an itching in his butt unlike any itch he’d had before. we love jimmy, but he has heart worms. he has worms in his butt. butt worms in his butt all squirmy and gross. poor jimmy. poor sad jimmy. clouds and the grand escape the clouds look especially fluffy today simone thinks to himself as he lays on the ground. all of the sudden he notices things are falling from the fattest cloud. he squints to make the things out. it is a thousand fluffy purple bunnies with automatic weapons. simone is in total shock and he screams as he runs. a bunny lands on him and pins him to the ground. the rather pissed off looking purple bunny sticks the gun to simone’s head. simone begs and begs for the bunny to let him go. the bunny turns the gun around and beats simone to death with the butt of the gun. money if we could kill money, and money would be truly dead. lottery would have no meaning. all the red necks would die. fountain pen the fountain pen of hell is running down society again. one man laughs in the swirl of ink and corruption. that man is Phil the insurance salesman. pork belly Sunday there is a man who lives for Sundays. the day he can see his love. his mind is filled up with her all the days before Sunday. on Sunday they play. on Sunday they dance around. on Sunday they make sweet love. her name is Samantha. every one loves her but not the way he does. Samantha has the job of making the children at the petting zoo happy. she is a pig. lunatic aggression weirdo fluffy cloud Monday followed by tiptoe toe Tuesday. next comes happy flip Wednesday along with la it DA Thursday. the one after that is fuck off bitch Friday, eat shit and die Saturday, and finally gun up your ass Sunday. fluffy bunny minion vs. farm boy a horde of fluffy bunny surround farm boy on a Saturday night. their weapons poised. farm boy is overwhelmed with temptations far passed his wildest dreams. farm boy overheats and his testicles explode into balls of fire. he collapses. the bunny minion all stick marshmallows on the tips of their swords. they stand in line toasting the marshmallows over farm boy’s burning body. ring worms jimmy sits on his couch but the worms keep bothering him. they call him up. ring, ring, ring worms never leave him be. the outcasts 1 Marvin is an outcast. he likes to stick grass hoppers into his butt. also he eats other peoples belly button lint. he breaks into their homes and digs the lint all the while farting out live grasshoppers. Marvin is an outcast. He who dies and runs away... welcome dead to the swirl. the place were you are remembered. the place that is your fondest home. remember always that he who dies and runs away, dies to die another day. chicken party everyone is ready for the chicken party tomorrow. they have bought their dresses and made their food. it is all the rage. except to the chickens of course who think it is barbaric and sick. they will protest and picket and such. everyone will have their fun. gesture intestinal discomfort running around the town like a monkey all in the mood. making noises from the rear like screaming cows. it hurts, it hurts so terribly. shouldn’t have eaten your family. lesson learned. horror running around the town like a monkey all in the mood. the killer terrorizes all. naked and evil is he. all he touches dies. at least he has good hygiene. please no more whore Courtney love stands naked before Toni danza. her sagging goodies turning toni’s stomach. “please no more!” he screams, trying to block the horrid breasts out of his mind. she laughs and her nether parts giggle with loose ferocity. simple chore whore “well I hired a new cleaning lady today” says john. “did she have bleached blonde hair, and a hatchet face?” asked Sean. “yeah that’s the one”. “well fire her, I caught her using the vacuum in a perverted way”. “ you know I grabbed the broom earlier and the handle was all sticky, do you think she stuffed it in h...” “ I’d bet my life on it.” “gross!” the tick people Vs. the bunny minion in the desert stands two armies. the fluffy bunny minion hack and shoot and bite their mortal enemies, the tick people. the tick people are far too fat for guns and knives to harm them. one by one they devour each and every fluffy bunny. sucking them dry to skin and bones. the strange thing about names think back over your life to everyone you knew or know named Lisa or Liz. it is funny but you will notice the one thing they all have in common is this. they are all royal bitches. their panties seem to be well wadded. that is weird, isn’t it? writing to major people dear fattest of people. an apology is coming for all the things said. it is wrong to call people of major proportions names. it is wrong to call them tubs of lard, or pig-cows, or marshmallow faces. obesity is a disease and should not be taken lightly. so sorry disgustingly fat people with bad hygiene and a poor sense of mass. sorry rapists of club sandwiches. sorry people who can’t leave there beds because the fat is too much. maybe somebody thinks you are attractive just the way you are. boy scout s’more whore Courtney love was munching a s’more. the s’more let it’s ‘marshmallow filling’ all over her face. it dried there and the s’more got disgusted. fun with local crack heads 3 this one is real fun and easy. first tie a local crack head to a chair. make sure the rope is real tight. now get some super-glue and glue the rock to the crack heads forehead. sit back and watch him go crazy trying to get to it. jimmy has grub worms poor, poor jimmy has grub worms. they live in all his food. jimmy doesn’t like the one bit. but they love him dearly. harm a gun, a knife, a can of pepper spray. a sword, a chain, a monster from under the bed. a woman, a chain SAW, acid. a plastic bag, a fist, a baseball bat. a grenade, a studded mace, a mouse trap. a toothpick, a fountain pen, a marmoset. sleeping pills, a loud, loud noise, a cluster of bumble bees. a fire, a full pool, an empty pool. an ice pick, a statue, a brick. all these things for you. necrophelia bumpin’ in the night is a man. a man full of love. he bumps and he grinds, and he grinds and he bumps. it is all great fun until it’s head falls off. saint poodle saint poodle died today. he was so misunderstood. the saint of meat products was a kind carnivore. his beliefs that we should eat what we kill were visionary. the electric chair goes cold due to his efforts, and all the third world countries are fat on inmate stew. so long saint poodle your legacy will live on forever. blood and gore whore Courtney love was getting it on with the butcher in his shop. he was a man that loved to incorporate his butchering into his sex acts. none of this was new to Courtney though, she was hamming it up though and the butcher kicked her out on her veal. oral sex Noah and his ark. happy days just floating along. bored, boring, bore. that’s when Noah invented oral sex. to pass the time. it caught on fast soon smacking noises could be heard all over the ship. it was a month of free interracial fun. giraffes with elephants and monkeys with squirrels. boy those forty days were so real. bobby gets struck dead for blasphemy type, type, typing along, boom!!! dead bobby all dead on the floor. lightning bolt in his head. burnt blood crusted around his smoking nostrils. god kicks his carcass in the ribs and laughs as he stares down on the guy who thought he could get away with it. the devil vs. god bobby descends into hell and kind of likes it but the devil hates bobby. after an eon of trying to torture the demented bobby the devil calls god up and bitches him out for sending of all people, bobby to hell. god tells the devil to fuck off and the devil goes up to heaven with a gun and puts a cap in gods ass. god blows the devil away with his shotgun. god then eats the devil and poops him out over a cloud and into space. space poop underground control to Satan poop. underground control to Satan poop. bobby’s taking over and this hell won’t be the same. this is underground control to Satan poop, were missing you today, and WE LOVED THE WAY YOU ALWAYS USED TO FLAY.