COWSBELL, MT
Lots of cows around here during this season of misfortune. Cows have replaced spleens. In all of us. People have been going to the doctors asking for X rays, and they've been finding baby cow bells where their spleens should be. And milk cartoons, chocolate milk especially. Dr. Michigan says that you should dig by that tree to find your soul. There is a hole right there, just make sure the dirt stays where all the dirt is. This and only this is the way to get your spleen back. The spleen is the tupperware container of the soul, filled with one third of a cup of apple juice if you are lucky. If you are unlucky, that's where the cows come in.
Snack Time! I'll be back in a second. BARK BARK!
Dang it, I've turned into a dog again and it's really hard to type when you have flippers.tgrtiyk6dhbsrzynjsdliohvdi daidbva caiasia faiasiysai dgkbfak
I'm MELTING BACK INTO A JELLY fish.
Blooop bloop
Have I ever told you the story of my cousin? He's the heart scratcher. Been doing this for 24 years, I reckon. If you draw a picture of a heart, he'll find it and scratch it. Free of charge, no questions asked you say? Of course we'll be back by Sunday, who wouldn't want a free tuna sandwhich when the moon is a full as a sunburned tomato. Do you even understand what I'm trying to say? Do you? Where is it, the Mayan calendar that you made out of papaya rinds and the sweet songs of old diabetic women?
One last go, the poetry SMASH:
One two three four five six seven eight nine ten!
Haha I was just counting
one two three four five six seven eight nine ten, eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen
By JT!
Because I wanted to be a whacker and I want to whack my head. Then I said "Nothing!" But while it come it hurted. Then it wasn't hurting anymore. That's the end of the story.
By, Eyedidd
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