Leaf Peeping
If leaves were ninja stars...autumn would be terrifying. The leaves would still turn red, but from blood, not a lack of chlorophyll.
posted by Renaissance at 10:33 AM
Monday, November 07, 2005
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4 Comments:
YOU JERK! You were not the one to think of this funny! It was some other man! You fakey fake funny face weenie!
I demand immediate recourse!
Um...yeah, so I didn't think it up exactly, but I thought of that turning red thing...that's pretty funny, right?
Funny? More like fate face stupid stupid!
I hate you and the suck-o-phrenics.
What is funny, can you tell me that? To you, the little boy, who wears just one spat..?
I've been watching you lately, ben, from way up above, in cyberspace heaven, where everyone gets a power glove. "It's the wave of the future, Punch Out will never be the same".... till you punch the glove through your mom's crystal figurines and oh shit... there’s a lot of pain.
Then you slip into a coma and never come out, but you find yourself in cyberspace heaven with a pig that's got a truffle sniffing snout. SO he gives you a power glove and sends you on your way, to go meet mama god, who died from a French bedit.
She died on a Frenchman’s bedit, and went straight up to cyber space land, to look after the other dead ones, who each died from the proverbial drop of a Baby Grand.
Take the boy who used his stethoscope on a tick infested field mouse. A tick climbed up the tube, lodged in the boy’s ear, sucking away his lifeblood leaving him with little more than tears. The boy's ear was red and splotchy and his nose shriveled into his head, and he started coughing maggots onto his Styrofoam deathbed.
He misses you, I’d say but up in cyberspace heaven, hes got a power glove, a pig and mamma god, to watch over him with love.
Whether I’m that boy or not, time can only tell, cause no secret lasts forever, when you’re a bloated blogging skits-o-phrenic…... See you around the cyber carousal
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