I am very sorry for disrespecting sister Johnson like i did, i have come to my senses and realized how far i was taken by my stupidity. Sorry for those i offended. It's never right to disrespect someone, my apologies.
Something confirms to the anti-toxicity of peanut butter. It has a roundness about it that brings the morning sun and a scent that rises the stars from the deep abyss. Granted that i only could obtain it. It makes the green grass grow greeny. And the blue sea blue. . .y. Going out from it i start to creep along the baseboards of life, scooping up all the cobwebbs and dead carcasses of insects- looking as a battlefield of man versus roach with torn off limbs..from both sides. Blood. . .blood everywhere. I turn to my com-radd. . .Mornin'star to check my location, only to find him limbless and in a wheelchair. We were soon blown up. Not from a grenade. . .or a small pumpkin. But rather a bullet that pierced his oxygen tank and shrap-nailed us into the wall. This wall was pale white. Soft, softer than any thing i'd felt in years, almost like a baby's bottom. . .but not a baby's bosom. It had much give to it and sent me reminiscing to the times at the mall when i laid down on those NASA beds. And how the glass of red wine just wouldn't spill. I remember this all as he talks to me. All while he examines my every physical twitch. My every cartwheel. My every breath. . . . . .
I scoped a headline on my homes-page that said "teens get 10 years for cooking a puppy".
2 questions came to my mind....
1.) Were they moshing and accidently moshed the puppy into the oven or frying pan which was mysteriously flaming hot.
2.) Were they mexican?
Morningstar?...o' morningstar...have you returned to the vast pit of anthropy?
torque and baby powder
motor oil and cheerios
jello and the FFA
fire extinguishers and the A-bomb
farts and perfume
dried grapes and raisins.