Black Holes and Mooses of Despair

My heart pleads for you

a silent scream

on the highway of dreams

Without a breath to breathe through

Why is black so full of sadness

Sending out hate

My love won�t dissapate

you drive me into madness.

Before you my soul flew

into the night and stars

Now there is naught but Mars

and it laughs with evil refreshed anew

you came to the love shack

trying harshly to seduce

but you were a moose

and I want to get back.

Time dies with every passing second

Soulful singing once filled me

Now I am a black hole of revery

YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD TAKE ME, YOU RECKON�D

Relationships and pain

Go together like bread and buttah

Without you I�ll find anuttah

You slept on my brain.

Now I cry tears of blood, but

Because you left

and I am deaf

Our lines of communication and understanding are cut

You I no longer enduce

Love lies in a tattered rag

You treated me like an old bag

You really are a moose.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE RANDOM STORY~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Once when Shebooya, the mole named after a pincushion, took care of a carrot named Stumantha Diggums. This carrot was surly in personality and a pleasure to work with, when under the influence of an antacid overdose, as Shebooya often was. When she got like this, Shebooya would take her for an icecream cone which was Shebooya�s own demented pleasure of a punishmnt as Stumantha could not eat. But she could lick the cone with her fake tongue and pretend that she was really tasting the wonderful chocolatey coffee treat. Because coffee is considered a noxious fume when inhaled in their psuedo-nostrils, they had fashionable clothespins on their �noses.� Shebooya�s clothespin was purple because that was the color of her long lost love, Hebonya. He was a fish. This was a problem becdause Shebooya didn�t even exist and Hebonya was a real living bean. A bean fish, a rare species found in sarah�s tap water, which had suffered many dates with Shebooya, a fat mole who was an imaginary friend that took care of a carrot named Stumantha Diggums that was taken to icecream that they could not eat. (We only reiterate this because we realize that you are stupid and need review this early on in what is to from so forth on to be called our �story�) �Dag yo� said Shebooya to her toe one day because she did not have her specs on and was convinced it was Stumantha, which she called Purse Steeler for no reason, really. �Daynguh,� said her toe right back to her, which had suddenly sprouted a rather large and terrifying mouth that spoke in broken Spenglish. �Kudos to my hoho. And by that I mean ol� saint nick. He lives upstairs, by that I mean he is my wig.�

THE END.