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I'm reaching for the stars, desperately seeking the company of two lovely women. But wait. Could this be a matching pair of pliers I have in front of me? What if I could pluck down these stars and consume them like a plum, mixing juice with juice and pleasure with measure? It would be so much fun, similar to bashing human piñatas senseless with a cricket, baseball or croquet bat, exceeding the boredom, wreaking the pain.
Lonely and wholesome, rabbits are, always scarping about like they've just had their next trip. We see them munch, we see them sleep, but do we ever see them watch Coronation Street? Hey, I don’t blame them.
The earth’s core is like the yoke of an egg, which I wouldn’t mind right now, only mildly hotter. I can divulge into the yoke of an egg, but not the earth’s core. Why? I can barely touch the earth’s crust, several miles beneath the surface, with the use of giant drills and chopsticks. I have seen the earth’s core, but have never come into contact with it. It deceives. Hotter than the sun? I think not.
The sun is glistening directly through the double-paned window, reflecting off the screen and demonstrating an awesome power. It resembles the werewolf. In the day it is the most normal living substance in our midst, but at night it changes appearance from light and bright, to blue and ocean calm. But obviously this is just an illusion. This is instead its very distant cousin, the moon, having its fair share of spotlight, giving late-night astronomers the opportunity to glare at its uniqueness, as it morphs from shape to shape, and invisibly orbits around us.
I feel an itch… I’ve scratched it. Funny that, how so many fascinating things happen around us like a simple blink of the eye that we totally consider and take them as the norm, when they are really phenomenal occurrences. Photosynthesis keeps us alive, as the ecosystem provides us with what we call weather. Hurricanes, thunder and lightning, tornados, hail stone storms, are all exquisite paradoxes of nature’s presence, always catching us at a disadvantage (never trust storm forecasts). How is wind so powerful? How does the upper atmosphere of the earth create such devastatingly loud sounds and shocks of electricity, known as thunder and lightning? How can hailstones reach the size of tennis balls in places like China? Is some hamster controlling all of this in its mind as it runs around its little wheel, as we point and laugh at its pointlessness.
I had a spectacular encounter of something alien yesterday. It was a pig flying backwards, singing ‘Mary had a little pig’…then I woke up. I was actually glad because I had a dream, or maybe I’ve been having dreams and think I haven’t because I can’t remember them when I wake up. Why? I’ve been shot in my dream, chased by the mafia, visited the future that looked like something out of Star Wars and every time I’ve had a dream in my fight it feels as if I can’t punch or inflict any major damage on my opponents as I would like to. Odd. Sleep on the same side the whole stretch of the night and you’ll wake up with a seemingly everlasting arm or shoulder pain. It’s happened to me.
I like the way we’re used to make other people rich. Okay, maybe I don’t. I want to be on the receiving (deceiving) end, like TV producers reaping cash from our eye energy, and football players getting great amounts of special paper from ticket sales. Television is enjoyable, sometimes, but cheesiness is overflowing, and I don’t particularly like cheese. Programs like The Simpsons deafen the repulsive taste, only for a while, because sooner or later the same devilishly pants productions reaches our eyes, and boy does it hurt. Like acid actually. “Who’s got the remote?!?!” “Me” “ Turn over. Quick!” Stuff like Lame Academy and Poopstars are just pointless controversial material in which the media rightly take advantage of and criticize with extra spice. Music needs talent, not mallets from TV programs.
I feel sorry for animals, which aren’t part of the superior human race. We can think for ourselves to do things like work with computers, build shops, pinch from Asda etc etc. Meanwhile, they go about with the same boring routine. Take pigeons for example. They snap their neck backwards and forwards continuously all day, feeding from left over food. Whereas we would take paracetamol to soothe the neck pain and make our own food. But even though we’re so superior with our intelligence, allowing us to develop greater things, we are so fragile with our bear hands to powerful animals like bears and sharks, which could easily rip us to shreds. But we’ve got weapons that can deal with them.
There are so many unanswered questions in life, like why can’t we see atoms and hear extreme sound frequencies? Did the chicken or the egg come first? Why does evil exist? And did ET ever make it home? But with all of this life goes on, and I still cannot understand why democracy and communism actually exist.
The truth of the matter is, although it may appear nice, cheese tastes like rubber released from the backside of a baboon.
Thanks for the muffins
Lonely and wholesome, rabbits are, always scarping about like they've just had their next trip. We see them munch, we see them sleep, but do we ever see them watch Coronation Street? Hey, I don’t blame them.
The earth’s core is like the yoke of an egg, which I wouldn’t mind right now, only mildly hotter. I can divulge into the yoke of an egg, but not the earth’s core. Why? I can barely touch the earth’s crust, several miles beneath the surface, with the use of giant drills and chopsticks. I have seen the earth’s core, but have never come into contact with it. It deceives. Hotter than the sun? I think not.
The sun is glistening directly through the double-paned window, reflecting off the screen and demonstrating an awesome power. It resembles the werewolf. In the day it is the most normal living substance in our midst, but at night it changes appearance from light and bright, to blue and ocean calm. But obviously this is just an illusion. This is instead its very distant cousin, the moon, having its fair share of spotlight, giving late-night astronomers the opportunity to glare at its uniqueness, as it morphs from shape to shape, and invisibly orbits around us.
I feel an itch… I’ve scratched it. Funny that, how so many fascinating things happen around us like a simple blink of the eye that we totally consider and take them as the norm, when they are really phenomenal occurrences. Photosynthesis keeps us alive, as the ecosystem provides us with what we call weather. Hurricanes, thunder and lightning, tornados, hail stone storms, are all exquisite paradoxes of nature’s presence, always catching us at a disadvantage (never trust storm forecasts). How is wind so powerful? How does the upper atmosphere of the earth create such devastatingly loud sounds and shocks of electricity, known as thunder and lightning? How can hailstones reach the size of tennis balls in places like China? Is some hamster controlling all of this in its mind as it runs around its little wheel, as we point and laugh at its pointlessness.
I had a spectacular encounter of something alien yesterday. It was a pig flying backwards, singing ‘Mary had a little pig’…then I woke up. I was actually glad because I had a dream, or maybe I’ve been having dreams and think I haven’t because I can’t remember them when I wake up. Why? I’ve been shot in my dream, chased by the mafia, visited the future that looked like something out of Star Wars and every time I’ve had a dream in my fight it feels as if I can’t punch or inflict any major damage on my opponents as I would like to. Odd. Sleep on the same side the whole stretch of the night and you’ll wake up with a seemingly everlasting arm or shoulder pain. It’s happened to me.
I like the way we’re used to make other people rich. Okay, maybe I don’t. I want to be on the receiving (deceiving) end, like TV producers reaping cash from our eye energy, and football players getting great amounts of special paper from ticket sales. Television is enjoyable, sometimes, but cheesiness is overflowing, and I don’t particularly like cheese. Programs like The Simpsons deafen the repulsive taste, only for a while, because sooner or later the same devilishly pants productions reaches our eyes, and boy does it hurt. Like acid actually. “Who’s got the remote?!?!” “Me” “ Turn over. Quick!” Stuff like Lame Academy and Poopstars are just pointless controversial material in which the media rightly take advantage of and criticize with extra spice. Music needs talent, not mallets from TV programs.
I feel sorry for animals, which aren’t part of the superior human race. We can think for ourselves to do things like work with computers, build shops, pinch from Asda etc etc. Meanwhile, they go about with the same boring routine. Take pigeons for example. They snap their neck backwards and forwards continuously all day, feeding from left over food. Whereas we would take paracetamol to soothe the neck pain and make our own food. But even though we’re so superior with our intelligence, allowing us to develop greater things, we are so fragile with our bear hands to powerful animals like bears and sharks, which could easily rip us to shreds. But we’ve got weapons that can deal with them.
There are so many unanswered questions in life, like why can’t we see atoms and hear extreme sound frequencies? Did the chicken or the egg come first? Why does evil exist? And did ET ever make it home? But with all of this life goes on, and I still cannot understand why democracy and communism actually exist.
The truth of the matter is, although it may appear nice, cheese tastes like rubber released from the backside of a baboon.
Thanks for the muffins
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It's a fact - preying mantis can moonwalk.
Oh, and jam donuts are deliciously personified.
It's a fact - preying mantis can moonwalk.
Oh, and jam donuts are deliciously personified.
Rocko wrote:
> I had a spectacular encounter of something alien yesterday. It was a pig flying backwards, singing ‘Mary had a little pig’…
A tapestry of curious wonder.... :)
> I had a spectacular encounter of something alien yesterday. It was a pig flying backwards, singing ‘Mary had a little pig’…
A tapestry of curious wonder.... :)
I'm reaching for the stars, desperately seeking the company of two lovely women. But wait. Could this be a matching pair of pliers I have in front of me? What if I could pluck down these stars and consume them like a plum, mixing juice with juice and pleasure with measure? It would be so much fun, similar to bashing human piñatas senseless with a cricket, baseball or croquet bat, exceeding the boredom, wreaking the pain.
Lonely and wholesome, rabbits are, always scarping about like they've just had their next trip. We see them munch, we see them sleep, but do we ever see them watch Coronation Street? Hey, I don’t blame them.
The earth’s core is like the yoke of an egg, which I wouldn’t mind right now, only mildly hotter. I can divulge into the yoke of an egg, but not the earth’s core. Why? I can barely touch the earth’s crust, several miles beneath the surface, with the use of giant drills and chopsticks. I have seen the earth’s core, but have never come into contact with it. It deceives. Hotter than the sun? I think not.
The sun is glistening directly through the double-paned window, reflecting off the screen and demonstrating an awesome power. It resembles the werewolf. In the day it is the most normal living substance in our midst, but at night it changes appearance from light and bright, to blue and ocean calm. But obviously this is just an illusion. This is instead its very distant cousin, the moon, having its fair share of spotlight, giving late-night astronomers the opportunity to glare at its uniqueness, as it morphs from shape to shape, and invisibly orbits around us.
I feel an itch… I’ve scratched it. Funny that, how so many fascinating things happen around us like a simple blink of the eye that we totally consider and take them as the norm, when they are really phenomenal occurrences. Photosynthesis keeps us alive, as the ecosystem provides us with what we call weather. Hurricanes, thunder and lightning, tornados, hail stone storms, are all exquisite paradoxes of nature’s presence, always catching us at a disadvantage (never trust storm forecasts). How is wind so powerful? How does the upper atmosphere of the earth create such devastatingly loud sounds and shocks of electricity, known as thunder and lightning? How can hailstones reach the size of tennis balls in places like China? Is some hamster controlling all of this in its mind as it runs around its little wheel, as we point and laugh at its pointlessness.
I had a spectacular encounter of something alien yesterday. It was a pig flying backwards, singing ‘Mary had a little pig’…then I woke up. I was actually glad because I had a dream, or maybe I’ve been having dreams and think I haven’t because I can’t remember them when I wake up. Why? I’ve been shot in my dream, chased by the mafia, visited the future that looked like something out of Star Wars and every time I’ve had a dream in my fight it feels as if I can’t punch or inflict any major damage on my opponents as I would like to. Odd. Sleep on the same side the whole stretch of the night and you’ll wake up with a seemingly everlasting arm or shoulder pain. It’s happened to me.
I like the way we’re used to make other people rich. Okay, maybe I don’t. I want to be on the receiving (deceiving) end, like TV producers reaping cash from our eye energy, and football players getting great amounts of special paper from ticket sales. Television is enjoyable, sometimes, but cheesiness is overflowing, and I don’t particularly like cheese. Programs like The Simpsons deafen the repulsive taste, only for a while, because sooner or later the same devilishly pants productions reaches our eyes, and boy does it hurt. Like acid actually. “Who’s got the remote?!?!” “Me” “ Turn over. Quick!” Stuff like Lame Academy and Poopstars are just pointless controversial material in which the media rightly take advantage of and criticize with extra spice. Music needs talent, not mallets from TV programs.
I feel sorry for animals, which aren’t part of the superior human race. We can think for ourselves to do things like work with computers, build shops, pinch from Asda etc etc. Meanwhile, they go about with the same boring routine. Take pigeons for example. They snap their neck backwards and forwards continuously all day, feeding from left over food. Whereas we would take paracetamol to soothe the neck pain and make our own food. But even though we’re so superior with our intelligence, allowing us to develop greater things, we are so fragile with our bear hands to powerful animals like bears and sharks, which could easily rip us to shreds. But we’ve got weapons that can deal with them.
There are so many unanswered questions in life, like why can’t we see atoms and hear extreme sound frequencies? Did the chicken or the egg come first? Why does evil exist? And did ET ever make it home? But with all of this life goes on, and I still cannot understand why democracy and communism actually exist.
The truth of the matter is, although it may appear nice, cheese tastes like rubber released from the backside of a baboon.
Thanks for the muffins
Lonely and wholesome, rabbits are, always scarping about like they've just had their next trip. We see them munch, we see them sleep, but do we ever see them watch Coronation Street? Hey, I don’t blame them.
The earth’s core is like the yoke of an egg, which I wouldn’t mind right now, only mildly hotter. I can divulge into the yoke of an egg, but not the earth’s core. Why? I can barely touch the earth’s crust, several miles beneath the surface, with the use of giant drills and chopsticks. I have seen the earth’s core, but have never come into contact with it. It deceives. Hotter than the sun? I think not.
The sun is glistening directly through the double-paned window, reflecting off the screen and demonstrating an awesome power. It resembles the werewolf. In the day it is the most normal living substance in our midst, but at night it changes appearance from light and bright, to blue and ocean calm. But obviously this is just an illusion. This is instead its very distant cousin, the moon, having its fair share of spotlight, giving late-night astronomers the opportunity to glare at its uniqueness, as it morphs from shape to shape, and invisibly orbits around us.
I feel an itch… I’ve scratched it. Funny that, how so many fascinating things happen around us like a simple blink of the eye that we totally consider and take them as the norm, when they are really phenomenal occurrences. Photosynthesis keeps us alive, as the ecosystem provides us with what we call weather. Hurricanes, thunder and lightning, tornados, hail stone storms, are all exquisite paradoxes of nature’s presence, always catching us at a disadvantage (never trust storm forecasts). How is wind so powerful? How does the upper atmosphere of the earth create such devastatingly loud sounds and shocks of electricity, known as thunder and lightning? How can hailstones reach the size of tennis balls in places like China? Is some hamster controlling all of this in its mind as it runs around its little wheel, as we point and laugh at its pointlessness.
I had a spectacular encounter of something alien yesterday. It was a pig flying backwards, singing ‘Mary had a little pig’…then I woke up. I was actually glad because I had a dream, or maybe I’ve been having dreams and think I haven’t because I can’t remember them when I wake up. Why? I’ve been shot in my dream, chased by the mafia, visited the future that looked like something out of Star Wars and every time I’ve had a dream in my fight it feels as if I can’t punch or inflict any major damage on my opponents as I would like to. Odd. Sleep on the same side the whole stretch of the night and you’ll wake up with a seemingly everlasting arm or shoulder pain. It’s happened to me.
I like the way we’re used to make other people rich. Okay, maybe I don’t. I want to be on the receiving (deceiving) end, like TV producers reaping cash from our eye energy, and football players getting great amounts of special paper from ticket sales. Television is enjoyable, sometimes, but cheesiness is overflowing, and I don’t particularly like cheese. Programs like The Simpsons deafen the repulsive taste, only for a while, because sooner or later the same devilishly pants productions reaches our eyes, and boy does it hurt. Like acid actually. “Who’s got the remote?!?!” “Me” “ Turn over. Quick!” Stuff like Lame Academy and Poopstars are just pointless controversial material in which the media rightly take advantage of and criticize with extra spice. Music needs talent, not mallets from TV programs.
I feel sorry for animals, which aren’t part of the superior human race. We can think for ourselves to do things like work with computers, build shops, pinch from Asda etc etc. Meanwhile, they go about with the same boring routine. Take pigeons for example. They snap their neck backwards and forwards continuously all day, feeding from left over food. Whereas we would take paracetamol to soothe the neck pain and make our own food. But even though we’re so superior with our intelligence, allowing us to develop greater things, we are so fragile with our bear hands to powerful animals like bears and sharks, which could easily rip us to shreds. But we’ve got weapons that can deal with them.
There are so many unanswered questions in life, like why can’t we see atoms and hear extreme sound frequencies? Did the chicken or the egg come first? Why does evil exist? And did ET ever make it home? But with all of this life goes on, and I still cannot understand why democracy and communism actually exist.
The truth of the matter is, although it may appear nice, cheese tastes like rubber released from the backside of a baboon.
Thanks for the muffins