Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Day 299: The Crying Blob

I sincerely congratulate the fawned laughter of that indecent kindling. I speak, of course, of the one that matters least; yes, the hairy little gremlin savagely commenting on every possible post. Do not think it goes unnoticed by my prying eyes, for they are so privy; to this immaculate congression. Begone foul minion of the deepest depths. The tweens are not safe for you any longer. I will make it my duty in Scraping your graffiti-like homage off the very walls of perfection that line this oh-so divine page. Sitting will not make you worthy, no.

Pumpkin Wrapping For The Unborn Nappy.

Monday, August 21, 2006

Day 298: Turning A Buried Coward

Holy flawnscopes of an unturned toadstool. Lisa The Lizard Fairy has informed me of the most disasterous tale that could cause your pink mush to flail! One day, it may be so unwritten, a dirty little MoonChild could very well be birthed into the horrid world. I covered my ears in disbelief. I could not bear such an attrocity of inhuman natures. Never more shall I speak the tongue of the Day tribe. I will see the hairy stall and hear no lie. It can't ever be, no, it shan't. A Moon Faced MoonChild walking the earth, roaming the streets; combing the grass like an estranged madMoon! I will wash my eyes, with soap and butter, of this filth and eat cherry crumb pie. For Where Art Thou Gawd Spawning Devil Minions Who Would'th Allow No Charity??

Calming The Soothing Balm.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Day 290: Mixing With Scalves

A wobble and an interupting downward springing back force, threw my lethargic body a mere 1 micrometre into the air. But as I fell back to the calm I remembered what had happened. I looked up and saw it hanging from the roof. It was merely a lifetime second tha forced my unconscious responses. I fling my lids shut and prayed they wouldn't be peirced so lovingly. A rip and then a tear and it all came crashing down upon me. My boniest little frame was not there, but still framing the picture over there in the case for booklets. But I was in the trauma to occur. I was beneath the event and soon I would merge with it and become the calamity to end all toaster from working their morning shifts. My kitty cat hd lept so high and mightily towards the featherd disc that floated above my bed. It was there to trapt the toothfairy and all other devil spawned minions who would otherwise infiltrate my precious dreams of unwavering disinfecting. My catcher of dreams had failed to grasp the roof hard enough to support the overweightiness of the kitty and I should soon pay the price. As I lay there, my head turned and my eyes squinted shut I waited for the paws. I thought it would never come and that i had simply dreamt the endevour and maybe I could open my eyes and see the truth. But then I felt a large puff of cloud thud deep into my face. I hard ring was entangled and it tried to peirce me with it's blunted edges. But I was too special. The kitty clawed away and I turned over. Damn kitty should not have attempted to venture the night without it's known findings first.

Living The Humble Dream Down In Calamity Square.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Day 283: Time Passes The Why

Screeching like a barren pimple, I thought maybe I should lie. But that frozen turnip knew all too well that I was the wiser and could fathom such a thought. So instead I sneakily sounded the vowels like a clopped possum and I wheezed with the ordain pokings in a dainty dart. You see, Stumps had failed to inform me that she was truly in the depths of "love" with the hunchback of Clarkson High. I shan't divulge names but this Scottie Character had wooed her to the prism binding realm of insatiable insanity. I flicked her ear but then I thought "The Poop offered to buy the drink and I refused?" I could have savoured the weight of a filled wallet, but no, I let it get away. Grandma will once again ignore the rosing temples that spark the very essence of intellectual vastness but no, I am not worthy. Have it your way.

Blobs Are Blue For Winter Can never Snow.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Day 274: Cream With Butter & Pie

The incoherent coagulations in an unheeded rind. I said "How can you expect to hear with munchkins munching that there corner?" But no one spoke to the wind that drifted across the room. Looking around all was silent and cosy dreams....EXCEPT that gawd awful devil munching that rattled the brainless monkey scoops in the tropics! Is it truly the workings of an undead beastly monstrosity that sees it so fit to disturb my almost near silent surroundings and to inflame the temples? I believe it not. I should get out my trusty but ever so clean dusting mop and search that dirty little feather muncher out....No one will rule the sounds in this housing space without first consulting the fleas trapped in the entanglements below. The carpets you silly oyster! I shall seek and destroy and none shall stop me, let me at it!

Laughing Like A Balding Balloon.

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Day 268: Filth That Lies

"You broke it with your eyes!" That is what I spoke to Lisa The Lizard as she dragged her Barbie doll carcass into view. I saw her all ragged and torn and i said all meaningful like, "Say no to the loops with lines, Sugar will only cause pins and thimbles." And she screeched like a morning flower that blooms in the evening for no other way could she have said it. Her leg had snapped off in her unconscious endeavour to fly like a foxy moron through the germ filled air of filth towards what can only be described as something horrible. She was attempting to trip near the trailer for the weekend, but instead she found tears of despicable courage and torment. Dam. Now I have to buy another Barbie...at least I can finally utilise the internet in such a worthy manor and save my reputable self from ridicule at the counter. "And what have you come as today?" the cashier would say.

Flip The Loops On The Pencilled Lines.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Day 262: Don't Fool The Jam

Like a flapping turtle in the breeze, I saw nothing there. Horrified at my lack of substance I turned and slapped Ashley across the knee cap for being where she should never have placed those filthy feet. "The kitchen, little devil spawned horror, is off the bounding edges" I said with all the charm and truthfulness spewing from between my divine, devil lips that shimmer with the light of darkness. But she simply wiggled out of sight and set that gawd aweful thing back in the tin. I saw her do it many times and I shan't allow it to continue. "Come hither" I coaxed her nearer. And with a lone swift movement I slapped that dispicable atrosity that lay claim on her elbow. I slapped it again and she was weeping. "No more elbows in the sugar bowl?" She questioned. I said "Stop sneezing the devils filth and leave it out of the sugar!" And I left her to her own devious devices that snatch the living lightbulbs of frutrience from the air itself. She will fear the next time she trickles a sugar destruction thought of doom and certain gloom for sugar spawn that frolick in their playing bowl of wonderful torment. I will eat them with my peas.

Purple Round, An Upward Strike.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Day 252: Lions Are Fooling The Plate

Chopping round like a whinding blade, the world seemed to merge in a fuzzy blur. Some crackling sound did approach itself from that direction, all around. Soon it will be over, i thought to myself. And I continued to feel the exstacy. A strange blob of brown was making itself nearer until I nearly felt it with the tips. But it was not to praise me, nor was it there to speculate. There it stood all des-pickle-able with gapping eyes and nostrils. I think I saw a hair up there. The pointing infuriated the ghastly garden gnomes, so immortalised in such fragile stone. Then I felt it. The wishing of the air around me. I felt it tickle my lobes. And just as surely; it began to stretch around to my nose. Gracefully I braced my toes for the impact as I fell nearer to the filthy dirt covered earth. The sin that would entail such an activity is unbeknown to the highest of the almighty you know! And there I was, in mid flight and that blob became a lady. She was so hideous like something I had never seen before. Twigs for hair and some dirty, filthy chicken bone in her hand. God it was the worse sight my eyes had had the pleasure of seeing. No more wandering eyes for me.
I hit the ground.
Rushing over to me, the chicken bone lady did a screech of perilous demise that would scorn the deafly ones, burnt by the thought of seeing such a disgrace. She was shaking me and I screamed so loud I thought it was a whisper. I poked her in the eye in a flash moment of desperation. Freed from her chicken grasp, I ran all warped liked. The world was not able to stay beneath my feet. I knew I should not twirl in public. Something do devious as to make me worthy of their sight always happens. That chicken bone will be mine.

Don't Eat The Floss, Or Eggs Can Fill The Tea.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Day 251: Out For A Walk

"Your Rather queer looking today," said Edgar Fulderhose
"Oh, oh but I'm going for a walk today," studdered Gilberg Hermungle, "I m-must have my pretty frock, I quite like it's textures on the tips."
Edgar Fulderhose replies, "Well you've yet to clean the rusty bucket," and slapped Gilberg Hermungle with a straw.
"B-but I like the hose to tell mestrange thing like that," Sobbed Gilberg Hermungle
"That strange odour is stinging my eyes; are you off?" Questioned Edgar Fulderhose.
"I s-s-say, Edgar... You are but a so-o-ock!" And Gilberg Hermungle threw Edgar Fulderhose away.
"I'm glad I never had the pleasure of tasting your flavours!"

That was quite a strange story, was it not? I do believe it tainted by those lies, those lies and filth called Salad Fingers. Not to be unapproachably rude, But I fear I am confused... No, I am normal.

Familar Hermits Still Not The Same.

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Day 247: All Crinkled And Cut With Smiths

Awakening from my untorturously insane sleeping arrangement, I did notice something weird and so down left to the wrong side. I sat up in all the horror in no attempt to decipher the event at hand. Slowly it moved and I wobbled. So did it. What could be so disastrously devilish like the pickled gherkins that spoke to the worms? Nothing. That’s right, this moment was no worse than a midget eating rice on the bus with a square dancing pixie making the ungawdly decision to pee up the pipe, between the midgets toes. Nope, It could only be described as something from a comedy that made no sense and was more than nothing like gravy slopping from that disgusting orifice you house that poor like tongue in. What the hell did it ever do to you? I said it with my eyes and a lumpy lollypop-man said no. Drool had escaped my face and dribbled down the cheek to a position worth noting. It was there in the middle like a puddle on the roof.

Scissors Clip The Burnt Side Pin.

Monday, June 19, 2006

Day 235: Stretching Is For Length

You won't believe it! I am in the upright position, twisting over no sideways eating chips and milk. I did measure it. Yep, that's right "it." I did it with a ruler and i found its length of growth. I am so proud, but also very disappointed. For what will i do till it goes away? I was so stupid; i did not think to drink the silky smooth milk from heaven before in the days preceding the event. And then it happened. So completely appalled, i noticed it move. It won't be long now, i do not think and it will near the top so that I may chomp it off. My nail, on that ungawdly finger of divine shapings, rests a white, malignant marking, ruining the view. Of course they are not like spick and span but that is for no purpose. The mark is moving up my nail... I have the suspicious suspicion that a miniature worm died in my inner depths and now its ghostly form is seeping out through my de-perfectionated nail. Oh, thank the macabre elements for their unrighteously depleted levels reminiscent of the unmistakable mark of death defying salivation. I said stop drooling.

That Hairy Sitting Has Withered From The Bone.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Day 228: Something Is Lost

A snowball tapped me on the head, blocking me from view. I saw the reminiscent image of a figure I once knew. But it was lost, all because that interfering blob stood there like I was nothing to be reckoned with. I got up on the public chair and towered over the beast. Slapping them with a piece of trash I forgot to let go of, I hit them across the face with almost glee. The second slap was more a smear as I brought the trash back over their unsuspecting face all slow like. They will freeze in fear the day they think of reckoning with my vision again. I will not have such atrocious unrighteousness bewildering the flowering flora once again. Not in my era.

She Walks In Line, But Porcelain Makes Her Soul.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

FP2: Remeniscent Sin


A Little Sin.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Day 209: When Did It Go To Hell?

I found an 8 legged turkey,
It gobbled at its feast.
It wobbled its dirty flops,
But it's beak I liked the least.

"Dare it near so closer,"
That thing croaked to speak
"Oh, please release the flea"
I suddenly felt weak.

Ignoring me it pecked
Gnawing at the day
So I walked in for a look
I knew somehow I'd pay.

It did pounce upon me
I screeched so heavenly loud,
"Don't rape my precious eyeballs,"
"Of them I am so proud."

Scratching with its claws,
I feared they'd dig so deep.
Pentrating my supple skin
It's filthy germs it will keep.

I grabbed it by the ankles
Squawking "Calm It Down"
I threw its awful carcass,
For now dinner, I had just found.

Moral: Turkeys gobble with evil in their eyes. Don't trust em, ever.

Monday, May 22, 2006

Day 208: The Dirty Things

Tarnished! The rebounding devils that make it crack have had at it. I speak only of that trashy thing which housed my only source of warming tingles. The pain will grow and I can't bear to go there. No, please no. I refuse to eat from its loins, that is beyond the beneath of me. Taking my trash can was more than it had beared. The dumpster gave me those good looks like it would happen there. I shall have to find home soon. Not a one person flower beater is looking for me anyways.

"...And It Was My Time..." -
Lisa Stewart, 2006

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Finger Porn 1 Is Here

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Day 206: I Got Back In There

Sorry, is the least thing I could say. But i did anyway. Far to busy with my new, still unwelcome, guest residing within me; it has moved up into my nasal passages. I believe it is working it's way into my tear ducts; for reasons I can't share. But it's there. I feel it. Hollow rocks that drift in the sea, I no longer know what I am doing. The effect should soon wear off, but I am not sure if you will have noticed...that is, my hair will finally be in a rightned placing. Too long has it sat in this position since, well, Thursday i think. I will wash it in the drain tomorrow don't you fear. Yes, my little chirping friend. I can see the daylight. It pierces the sky above and calls me to the boxes. I shall find my way. I will get back home, my shell of saftey and then see if they can harm my untainted skin. Just you wait and see.

Jolly Midgets, As If Silly!

Friday, May 19, 2006

Day 205: It Slept With Me

I awoke to the sensation. A tickle I don’t remember. It wiggled and tickled so strangely wrong. How can this be? I was there all alone. But no, it felt worthy of the touch. Giving me the geeby heeves. I fought for my voice, but it spoke no words. My throat, violated by the tickle. Oh, it was horrible. Apparently I disturbed its wondrous violations of explorations within. Suddenly I feared it could happen….And it did. I coughed and choked on that darn tickle. But a tickle it was no more. It turned fierce like a kitten on the wool. Scraping my precious throat, turning it all against me. I refuse, I’m not having it. I will lick the lemons til it turns away. My throat is not for housing devilish tickles that rape my inner crevices. I will not tolerate such hell-bent, ungodly despicable behaviour from a force that can’t be trifled with; no.


“It’s Noice, It’s Different, It’s Un-Ewes-Yewl!” – Kath And Kim

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Day 204: How Does This Work

Escaping into the cold, cold night I ran with my legs. They did stride so far and wide i had to ask, "But how did you eat the leaves?" Not replying, those snoots, they took me across a paddock. I feared for the sprites all bottled up. It is something of a shame. But them i came so frightfully close to a street. A darkened ally of which housed the very most interesting things of all. That's right; I say it like a beef sandwich, Thanks for the keys. Stopping all so abruptly, i had to slap those legs for the undeniably inopportune moment; i really wanted to see the corner over there. But then i saw a nice as nice little friend. I said hello and in the gust of the wind, i heard a never so nearly not there reply "Hi." So thankful for the return, i decided to house myself within its confines. Tearing an edge, i apologised like the kind-hearted twiglet that i most assuredly am and i screamed as we fell into the sleep. A white-hair sandwich offered itself to me... I gratefully accepted the use of a pillow in these harshest of times.

Speaking Squirrels, Nurture Of The Swine.

Monday, May 15, 2006

Day 203: A Bug Did Land At Night

I've done it. I've gnawed through those devilishly trapping, wrapping straps. How dare they confine me to the raping pleasure of a forehead band! I will seek to cast the curse, but firstly I must get out; If it could be the very last thing I ever had done. Gosh, my letterbox will be in the overflow. I can see it with my eyes, sitting there, coughing and spluttering; letters jammed deep within it's orifice of doom. Such a gloomy day today. Last night the sky did cry so heavily and then that darn evil, yellow popping minion of heavenly eye blinding morning, did swing itself around and remove my cover. The shiny, fineness of it; Oh, it sickens me. I must make it right or the tulip sand will never bite!

To Make It Late For Polka-Dot Snorps.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Day 173: For me?? Thank You!

I'm all packed. I have my nappies and my broom. I have the finger painting I drew in the cupboard. It was fun, drawing in the dark. I am ready to be set free back in to the wild. But I'm not saying hello to the postman on Monday. No I refuse. They never visited me once! I thought we were such good friends now. Ashley and Lisa are going to be so excited... Well that is if they're still alive. I'm not sure how well they can care for themselves. I may just find two carcasses on the floor.
"Come on. No, leave that stuff. We're going to your new home now...Come on." Said the witchy Marg all painted up.
What does she mean new home?
"I'll have you know I have lived there many years and torchering the air will be no pleasure." I said there with my nose stuck down, forehead frowning and glaring eyes. Gosh, she was a toad.
"We're gonna strap you in for the long haul. No more playing, come with me." She spoke it more sturnly just now.
"Stupid woman, I am talking the the wall..can you not see??"
Anyway. I should be going, I can always talk at home lol. I will just have a look at this room with the strapping bed these white ghouls are speaking so fondly of and then I'll be on my way. It had better be a good looking bed though, I'm not taking it home otherwise.

The End Is Somewhere Near.

Yo Ho Ho and finger porn is gone
You’re too slow; now where's that rum???





In any kinda floodle of an afflicted sign, you were too slow or too unsmart to get it. Alas, my sweet, sweet creation of hilarious laughter has begotten your malevolent eyes of scorching doom as they gazed away at thenormal boring sun rays, seeping into the infinite darkness to reach those useless retina's you have. Could you not have tempted yourself to fool around? It is a dirty, dirty shame that burning bush of seduction and desire were not quenched by my lucrative inspiring essence of filthy G-Rated porn. The only nudity was that of a finger or two and your minds were to guttered to perceive it's glorious perfection of humour versus the insane mind of two freaks gone far down the path of unrighteousness; to comically violate and amuse of course :P

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Day 171: Sniff The Air; Not Unclean

Holy trollups of an unseen force, I am to go outside and play today. I brought my newfound friend. They are so stick like I do confuse them with the broom! Never the mind to which I speak. Outside, I sniffed a most beautiful flower. It was yellow and it had petals...It I would devour. But there, hiding amongst the flower forest, was a hideous, devil worshipping Munchkin. It was so filthy, I grabbed my stick and flung it all around. I tore up every flower, I dug for every seed. I was not going to rest until it's godly flesh was torn. Stick almost died to death, I did hear something snap.

Birds That Flap Don't Have Pins.

Almost Home, I Can See It Now

They say 30 Days and I am free. Why did they take me so long? And what is that fuzzy monstrosity in the corner? I must taste it, but that comes later. Ooooh! I did sneak a peak, a cheeky one at that. It was the grading paper and it had such wonderful things to say about me.

"Pathologically unstable"
"Dillusional, Paranoid Schizophrenia" "Domestically incapable..."
"Danger to Society... danger to self." "Freak...loon...clinically insane"
"Repressed"


"Eventual degeneration of morals and values, leading to an unpredictable, behavioural & mental outcome, although most likely psychotic..."

Wow, did the doctor have such nice things to write about me or not? Yes, I do feel the privelage. It's giggling up and I am proud to be a human.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Day 163: Again, Why Is It So?

Are the lines blurring? Do people truely not see the filth they stick in their gapping mouths of germ infested doom? Sticks of so called plastic cheese, is an abomination to the kind hearted turtles that drift in the breeze. Do not touch the tank or fear it unscathed. I see it now...Cheese, it is the Devils pathway.

It Sat There; Dust Flew Past.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Day 157: Spherical Damnation

The end is nye my little fiends. How could you see the signs? When it was created i could see only horrible filth of demeaning grace. So i flicked the tube and went to bed. But this wobbles with such flexability and it shines with glee. I believe it is some kind of, most undoubtably, hideously unrighteous, filthy, DIRTY cheese! This form of plastic death, the devil itself could not have foreseen.

Repeating Shadows Move To Tease.

Monday, March 27, 2006

Day 154: Sneaky Watches Glaring Hard

T'was the morning after and I successfully succeeded. It is the wee's mee's you know. I say it like a broken cleave, my bottom cheeks do have their cover. But the nappy itches; such irritation I can't believe. What torture to enforce upon the aging sacs of wobbly slack. But I do not have the heart to gain relief, for I could not hope to steal another if I am not privy.

Striding Up And Curling Hair.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Day 153: Mine, All Mine

Shhhhh! Do not speak the words so loudly. I did get a nappy and I found it just where I told you. It was lying there, waiting so innocently, there in the cupboard down the corridor. It was so shiny and smooth, I could not resist but sanitise it right there. As if I'd touch it otherwise barehanded! Hell no to that you wacky pencil case from the unknown pocket of horrible god worshipping doom. But now I must wait patiently til the time can pass that I will have my way with the filthy little pooh catcher.

Looking Is A Privilege.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Day 152: Where To Go?

I have so much freedom, but I can not dare take a look. If they see me nearing, I will loose the chance. Some granny nappies lay waiting in the mist covered storage room. I saw a lady troll hording them in there like a camp of non-desire. But do not mock the obvious hilarity to be had, they are welcoming the so torturous rectuma experience, it is what they're made for. I'll have them undone and pulled up in the mean time. Why does it play such harsh tricks on me. Mommy WOW, I'm A Big Kid Now.

Stick It With A Burping Needle.

Friday, March 24, 2006

Day 151: Exiting The Holiday Inn

At last! That witch has returned to place me within my most beautiful jacket, given to me by that holy one, Marg. Yes, she has holes. But more to the fickle point of narrow being, I have been raped again. Do they not care? This strap is trying it so hard to penetrate my cheek. But I was ready. Ready like the sheep I am. I snatched it with my teeth and tugged it hard. It loosened...What?! I could not believe, my arms....Hello.

Squabbling To The Tree Is Not Healthy.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Day 150: I Believe It Not

Thyne vision is blurred by your over excenturated bumps. They make it look so aweful, I think it is truely something bad. Yes! You have it done now; it is complete. Now exist in the loop all upside down. No, don't thank me. Your face will shock all oncomers and bother you no more. I never knew I had it down pat; chocolate mousse does cure the unsightly beast.

Feast Your Ungorged Eyes.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Day 149: Closer To The Mantle

"There. No, right there! It is over here now. I say to you, there is a mole rolling itself all over your face.I can not bare it any longer. Remove it, Or I will have to chew it off with my heavenly white teeth of mashing doom." MoleGirl simply starred with a glare and looking all in-a-not like. "Do not blame me for you torturous appearence, blame those from which you emerged. If only you'd ask, I'm sure they'll be glad to put you back." And she ran away, wailing in the breeze. Pity, she was a hideously nice one.

The Vision Is Bound To The Monkey.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Day 148: I Am Found

"What is this group thing?". Few, *sigh* I lost myself for a minute there. That rascally weasel stole me in the wrong direction and said it was all good. I did say I was in disbelief, but it was better than the event I could endure, again. "And what are you going to talk about today?" And like she knew I wouldn't dare say it I pushed it threw my gritted teeth as I wrang that darn snot filled tissue, "......Madalin Ashton." She would give me evil stares as the others wriggle their worms out, there, in a screaming frenzy. And then I turn my chair in disgrace.

Keep It Here, The Face Is Safe.

Monday, March 20, 2006

Day 147: No It is Not Fun

I said No and she would not believe. A troll like griffin scurried across the roof. But she was not noticing. I slapped her for being so beastly. Why would she not wear her peel like the banana she is? I said, "I won't speak, if you won't dance," and I stopped smoking the wheels down the corner. I like the pan.

When Did It Go?

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Day 146: & It Spoke To Me Again.

"Why do I have to wash it? It is not dirty and you seem to like playing with it. I rather wished you wouldn't though. I mean, you are a loony toon after all. Don't touch me there! With your....your...filthy skin covered fingers.. Oh theyare the wiggling fauna you know. Now let go of my hair or I will tell on you, no foolies!" I said that to the monstrous thing that sat so near I could smell it's foul odour.

Purple Like Lemons With A Double Tee.

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Day 145: Forever Young

I found one. I found a friend. It is so happy days for me. But she is slighty abnormal I do think. But what? What makes her so wrong?

Do Not Squeeze, You'll Rip The Knee.

Friday, March 17, 2006

Day 144: I'm Free

Escupay! Like The wise one did say; I am free of such attrocious behaviour. But what is that? That...THING over there? It is teasing me, I can't believe such nonsense. Why am I here, when can I go home?

It Is Never Worse Than The Cheese.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Day 143: I Said No!

I said to the doctor and he said no! How rude to deny my essence of the properly divine experience. I do say it with displeasure, "I want the strap removed; it is raping my face!" And then I got locked in the cupboard again.

Hear It Now, Don't Be Late.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Day 142: There It Lay

Why am I here, in such a place? Can you believe I have been napped? I say it with cheese in my breath, "Do get off my face!" How dare it lay there like it is as worthy as the skin. This strap has flopped forwards and it is resting on my cheek. "Please go torment the troll in the corner," I say, "It's got hungry, beady little eyes."

The BackWorm Is Dirty

Friday, March 10, 2006

Still Day 141: My Last Words...

They've come to collect me. Those filthy beasts think I will help them. Ashley tried flashing her nearly there cleavage, but to no avail. We boarded up the house. Ashley and Lisa are holding them back. Kitty is there too. But to the unastonishing amasment of a tree, they are winning. They say I get a jacket and a room all to me. But not Lisa or Ashley. Oh no, They're breaking in. How dare they not wipe their troll like feet. I will be fine my minions. UnTil NeXt, but first I must go smack them with a stick!

The Twig.

Day 141: The Beginning

To bestow the honour upon my forehead..."Ahlalahhhh," I wobbled an ancient tune; "GULP!" Oops, There goes the battery.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Day 140: What Went Wrong?

Was it not mouldy enough? I bet it farted. Why didn't they see its insane beauty?? It sang, it croaked, it broke all the soap; it tried as hard as it could. But apparently it wasn't the fleas’ keys because the postie was not as enthralled as I had previously imagined. In fact, that devil worshipping Policy Man did return for my Operation! I again refused for I loved it dearly. But he was like a stone rock. Harder than the walls I say. I stormed off, in an outrageous outrage, how could I let myself say such a profanity like "Holy, Moley, Majolley!" But with no further complaint I shoved the Operation into his belly and said "But do be careful to remove the twigs, the line is broken." And with unlawful truthfulness that oozed from my orifice like sludge from a drain, I smiled like the dirty soap I became and there I stood. A single tear escaped and trickled its filthy essence down my now dirty face. I closed the door and cried.

Scissors Snip The Paper Wall.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Day 139: I Feared It Gone

All day I feared the very worst. I was in shock and horror at the near takings of my filthy present. One lonely fly did try to sneak a munch on it, but before I could do a thing, it keeled over and died. It must have been near death an in a wishing crave for yummy tastings, but it failed so miserably. And there it was. My feud will forget it ever was and they will leave me mail once again. BigBird was about to receive my prize! Ohhh, I'm so happy! They took it, my present of horrible filth was plunged deep within their bag. Yes, can you believe, we must now be friends!

The Sick Gherkin Tricks The Knee.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Day 138: Hidden From My View

There it was, all that time. Just there, doing nothing but waiting there; hidden. It was so dirty, when I excavated it's poor choice of housing. How disgusting it was to feel its furry texture. I squealed as I picked up its protesting carcass. A sausage lay there; behind the microwave. It was there all along with nothing but Thyme. That two timing ho! She is meant to be with Basil! I refused to have such unrightousness exhibited within my sanctity, so I tied a note all around it's mould farming exterior and I have placed it upon the letterbox. It reads:

"Dear BigBird,
This is from me to you,
May it stop your bleating heart
And give you pleasant nightmares :)
Luv Twiggy"

Starlet Flicks To Please.

Monday, March 06, 2006

Day 137: It Worked

Those vultures are at it. I did as I said and it was true. I can't believe such an omnivorous thing could bestow such unlawful qualities only shared by the RatDevil and RatGirl before them! I did throw some non-Oreo cookies out on the filth ridden road. And out they sprang, like a docked parrot and they gobbled up those dirtied cookies like they were out for the litter. Those poor filthy souls. They know not of their own unrighteousness that blinds their windows. Yellow and Pink polka dots are not for curtains you know.

A Cup Of Jam And Tea.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Day 136: Pleasant Dreams In Danger

I did not hear the whispers until they were right inside of me. I tried to speak but my tongue was not there. I walked a mile only to find you; sitting there. But you were not there. You were just a doll. That same doll. You traumatised me in my youth, so I cut your hair. But soon after I was even more scared. Would you come and get me, in the middle of the night? Sharpened nails to cut me? Would you seek such revenge? But no, you’re still sitting there. And there you will stay, locked in the cabinet, for I can not take the chance. So there you will stay, locked in there with you now shortened hair.

Cough Up Your Fur ball, Now Push Me Up The Slide.

Saturday, March 04, 2006

Day 135: Put On Your Neck

It was all fine and dandy. Yes, it was dandy, do not insult the word; it does feel its own horrible existence enough without your devilish input. Anyways, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, it happened on that day. It was like any other day, except it was a Wednesday. It was so nearly close to home time. Yes, you guessed it, I was too at that filthy trauma conceived school. Do not detest its awesome power, you cannot resist, only hope to survive unscathed - I passed through with flying colours obviously :) So anyways, it was like this. I was there and Lisa was there; sitting to my right. We were enjoying our time together because we are friends and we cared not for the nappy-haired minions that sat in front of us...yes they were evil! And we were having the fun when damn, the teacher came. He looked like Mr Sheen, the spray stuff, but he also brought along the teacher in "Training." oh yay, it was going to be fun. Well it was. The teacher spoke some words that revealed the horrid truth, Ms Capon would be teaching the class today. Holy hell in spam! So I thought I would let her have a chance and so I sat all nice an innocent like. "Hello everyone, we're going to **coKAHHHK!** She had coughed up a fur ball and sent it flying across the room. The class was in shock. But as sure as you are, Lisa and I did not laugh. We sat and inside we were bubbling. Smiles grew so big we were freakishly tormented clowns from the depths of that insanely "big" tent. Meanwhile, Ms Capon paused for a few seconds. She swept her vision across the class mumbled, "I'm gonna be si.." and she flew herself out the door and never returned that day. Yes, this is when we let it out. We let it out so hard, we were in a fiddled state of giggles and wiggles. Laughter bellowed down the corridor and had ourselves a fun time indeed.


A Shoe Does Not Crackle.

Friday, March 03, 2006

Day 134: It Is Privacy "From"

I heard some wailing and some moans after that. Then pleasurable groans; oh, what’s that? And a giggle!? "What is this atrocity," I asked with a heightened pitch! I stormed my way through the house. It is a cows hide in here. No one else understands the necessity for sanitary hygiene. I did find my way to the back lounge room, turned and there it was! Bypassing nerve impulses for thought; I was in a debacled puking state. There in the china cabinet lay Lisa the Lizard Fairy. How did she enter? The locks are on the outside?? More importantly, what did she think she was doing? It was a profanity I can barely survive remembering. Ok, so there was Lisa and she was doing it! That's right! She was indeed, bathing, there, in grandma's vase. It singed my eyeballs shut it was so twisted.

Laughing Glasses Google The Fry.

It Is Not All Revealed

Do not be tempted to thinking you know it all. There are quite the many few stories I am reluctanly unopened to sharing with you. They are, of course, written in a diary, of some sorts and they are kept hidden from your prying eyes. But maybe one day, when demand is greater than postings, I will delve into such facinating tails for the viewing pleasure.

Sneeky i know.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Day 133: Not More Than One Roast

I saw it. It sat there fat as a place of four walls and a pointy hat! I tell no lie or crooked curves; it was too a Bicorn. You don't believe such nonsense? Well I said it was fat, what more should be spoken? Don't believe me then but I saw it and it was there, engulfing the hordes of troll minions wielding their treacherously hardened cheese off cut swords of doom and destruction, all the while wearing their filthy bacon rashers from the very bowels of the stench ridden hell. So that is why they returned. It makes a picture now.

Why Aren't They Included?

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Day 132: Today I Saw The Truth

It is way beyond what I had imagined in such an unimaginable place. How could something so normal make it all the better, just by putting it there and turning just ever so smally to the left. My pantry is so much more lively now; having a lava lamp placed within its interior. Could no one else have thought such perfection? I think not.

Sitting Snitches Bail The Hay.

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Day 131: Screaming Is The Solution

There is was. Its eye's gawking at my body. I wouldn't normally care due to the fact that I am so hot, I enflame myself, but... it's hideous! All its eight eyes were staring, undressing me. "I'm being violated" I screamed, "The profanity!" I proclaimed. An overgrown monstrosity, freak like thing; I can't believe. How in the melting depths below, did it get so big? That unholy freak was sent from the devil itself to reprimand my righteousness for all things I do good. I threatened to squish, for I possess no more spray. And like I was the hideous monster, it did scurry outside screaming an awful screech.

Dancing Tulips Cut The Weave.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Day 130: Finger Pawn

Do you remember it? I said it would be so G-rated, you would singe your eyeballs. Of course I was in on it and it had to be relieved. Lisa and I had tingles in our fingers and urges we could not deny! Do not speak to me in that tongue; it's whipping a Lizard!

Right Click and "Save As" Or something similar;
But FireFox and IE just click and choose save.

Finger Porn #1 | Finger Porn #2 | Finger Porn #3

Begone You Devilled Sausage Spawn.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Day 129: That Malignant Mole

She's at it again! "I want it new and different. I want it like this and do it this way, not that way."
How evil to manage my life when I said, "hello, please go away." Do you not think it rude? Hmmm? To go through the trash of another? I think it is and I may have to do something about that Anal Queen of the Garden Nymphs. She's just so bossy and nosey nose. She did, I tell no fibs or squiggled lines, she told me to wipe diagonal, not up and down!

Spit The Painting Leaf.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Day 128: I Heard It In My Ear.

"I don't wanna see the pieces, I just wanna sit and glare at you. I don't wanna squark about it..."

Such an awesome song; do not deny!

Friday, February 24, 2006

Day 127: Freak Out

There I sit with a wiggle.
Parrots molesting alien pickles.
Whisper it to me dear,
But see the lights are nowhere near.
Stop it I say, with a loud goodbye.
Yank it later, chains never lie.
Gloppy glop, I went to bed.
But there I never, wake up dead.

And The Fortune Sticks Its beak.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Day 126: I Found The Culprit

I have had to exit my marvellously divine confines of the dark and gloomy broom cupboard as I have found out why it stank of such unrighteousness! Too long has it been that I have had the heaven sent displeasure of smelling it. The Grudge woman did cut the dirty cheese. That's right, in-my-quarters.

To Speak The Whisper Blake.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Day 125: No, I Refuse

There is a malignant stench, housing the available air; here inside my very admirable living corners. Yes, I am in a grief stricken trauma about it; why the hell should I get over it? No way am I opening my mouth any time soon. I can't let it bypass my gapping nostrils; I wouldn't get the taste out for days!


To Crack An Egg In Instincts' Face.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Day 124: A Sting For A Win

"Excuse me dear shadow, but I have a sting. It is happening in a private place and I must, for all the shiny golden cylinders, check it out, here in your view. But you are not the stop sign pole. I can not just flomp it out and trust you not to touch its velvety textures or its rough and tumbley mountains!" I gave them some evil stares. "If I do it, will you check for me...and be gentle?" But they did not reply. I said, with a hint of glee in my voice, a tear now forming in my right eye, "I will accept this and allow only you to see." So I slipped it out, right over the top. It was a fatty, the bone easily showing. My elbow was completely exposed. Oh it was so heavenly, but now it was being infiltrated and in decay by the torturous beast that raped my arm corner. A scorpion had felt it worthy to give me a kiss, I felt the tears emerging. I flicked that meecrob off my now tainted body before I died. And then I screamed! Don't worry, I am still alive, just barely an edge tipping ways off.

Total Upheaval Of The Unconscious Mine.

Monday, February 20, 2006

Day 123: It Could Happen To You.

I awoke in such a funny sensation. It was moist and a kind of stroking. Not up and down, just up, up and up again. I could expect no less for leaving it in the open, pointing to the sky. But what could be doing it? I did not know, so I opened my eyes for a peek and there was my dog! It was so dirty; I am in shame! So sweetly encapsulated in its salty flavour, my dos was licking my toes. It tickled too, I must say, but what is that you were thinking? Speak up?? Treacherous denial of an unnamed, unearthly demon monk from the shrimp dimension. You are the stinky seesaw!

And To Think I Had Breakfast Yesterday.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

SKIP THIS IF YOUR FRAGILE........................ Day 122: A Little R Rating

Both Lisa and I did think it hilarious to believe that no such thing has existed, not that we really researched. But hell no; too darn slow again we are, just waltzing along. We should have jumped on that god wagon sooner, for a marvellous product we did think we had invented. Jesus, it seems, has been a little naughty, even before I came along. Yes, it's true. Well alright, cover your eyes children, it's a Jesus Dildo. You know, for all those lonely nights those lonely people can really feel Jesus's love. It turns out God, The Virgin Mary, Mother Terasa etc are in on the naughtiness at www.divine-interventions.com. They beat us to the snatch.

"Goodmorning Starshine, The Earth Says Hello."
- Willy Wonka 2005

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Day 121: A Song For The Children

Something the Children Opted for as an Alternative:

I'm a little tea pot
Now pull out my eyes
Here are my retina's
Now I can not cry.
When I get all screamed out
Then I'll die.
Oops they've killed him
Those darn gawd lovers.

Now Lets Make A PlaceMat!

Friday, February 17, 2006

Day 120: It Really Did Happen

There was a broken fanbelt
And it spoke the truth to me,
"Do not lie in the topic,
Bejewel encrusted you will be.

I see you have sunken features
Like an empty, gapping hole.
Don't put things in there
It's not meant for any poles.

Suck a lemon you old prune,
Eat the grated cheese.
Don't fornicate in July,
One of you might sneeze.

Goodbye my friend,
My warnings you will feed.
Tulips bloom in Febuary
But don't forget the weeds."
- A Twig-Like Hermit :P

Bouncing the Broken Stain.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Day 119: Tulips Can Cheat

STEP 1: Stick a piece of mouldy bread in the sun...ok
STEP 2: A pinch of troll blood...yep
STEP 3: Make a paper plane...sure, ok??
STEP 4: We made playdough!!....hmmm
STEP 5: Clean up....alrighty then.

PS: This is so awesome; it truely works like a pencil on the run! Well except step 4...I think I used gawdly MOLD not ungawdly mould. That must be it, it has to be....

Wheels Are Not Your Fortune.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Day 118: Drugs Are Too Bad!

Do my eyes decieve me? Are they playing foolies with my convoluted brain? No?! Then why the hell does Lisa The Lizard Fairy have two arms and hellishly long legs? Might I say, they were near perfect, not nearly one inperfection to be googled. Were they not Barbie legs I did see horrify and blind my vision? How on the disgustingly hell spawned earth of doomy gloom did she find it? No, she mustn't have, she couldn't! My Barbie Goes To Hell And Then Dies Collector's Edition is ruined! Noooooooo! She will pay, she...will...pay.....

But The Skull Lives On.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Day 117: Where Did The Party Go?

You and I are in the same soap. That's right my little weed. I know not of their whereabouts and really should not be caring. Maybe Ashley did eat them? Who are you fooling? It was not Verenetti at all, it was the corn. Do not flap your tongues with lies; the trolls simply left to conquer the world. And here I sit, so proud to be, that I was able to withstand the debacle like a dilemma gone naughty. I did battle it out so bravely, didn't I, hiding here in the cupboard. I'm sure Lisa made it, I'm sure.

One Year Of Loony Tune Flops.

Monday, February 13, 2006

Day 116: Screaming In The Rain

I am screaming in horror, in complete and utter shock! How could it be that the world was so mean? I thought I was going to die to death, those filthy things; they did molest my outer shell. I should have foreseen such a trauma, for it did enter from the outside. But I was in denial, it's my bed base and it would/could never harm me. So this is how the unholy event from within imaginable horrors went down: I was there. I was picking my crusty sleep from my glaring eyes, praising myself for creating sleep of such gem-like quality. Yes I am proud. Then I saw it. Falling from the roof, riding the wicked air waves. Hand gliding the turbulence created by the sitting fan. Scouting out the lands that lye ahead. Before long, an army was descending upon me and my precious head! of course I screamed, what would any sane microbe do? I, however, had the decency to keep my gapping mouth closed the whole time. What if one got in there? Hideous baby spider were raining down, I had to run. Across the room I darted, but they were so fast. I wasn't going to make it. I panicked like a pickled gherkin. Squealing without the horror of opening up to them. I dived. Rolling I crashed through the door, right under them all. That was that. I was not in a mood to be reckoned with. Death to them all! And then I found it. A hairy biatch from another dimension, spawning hatchlings to torment our world. God she was ugly. She came out to greet my finger of doom and yet she didn't have the courtesy to shave her filthy legs! Rude, I say and so I came down upon her like her death babies had done to me. Raining down with spray, I tortured her malignant soul full of all things spidery evilness. DIE, DIE, DIE! And she did, eventually.

Wishy, Wishy You Sing To Me.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Day 115: I Burst Out And I Was Scary


Yes, I found it! A hole in the roof, if you must know. There it was all that time, just starring down at me, all sneaky like. Snickering as it hid its filthy presence from me. So I went right up into that hole. Luckily my twig-like form was able to squeeze through with ease because I was interrupted. Halfway in and there I was and so was it. Can you believe the nerve? All grudge like, it groaned a frantic moan and crawled so unearthly right at me, like it was a privileged devil minion. I whacked her in the face with my then removed sock and I sternly spoke these words, "Skank! Entering my dark places is not acceptable." And as I flomped back down into the cupboard of treacherous doom I said under my breath, "How dare she drag her carcass near my skin!"

Lurp, Lurp Went The Owl.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Day 114: Can I Dare Venture Out?


I have yet to risk it, the journey outside. My life could be in danger of serious infection. Oh but I must know if I am loved. I will do it. I will venture out and check the damned mail...but those filthy gawd books, would they still be there to greet me at my front door step? Ooo, what's that?

Wrap The Chain With A Straw.
Check out my updated Links. StickGirl is someone new... If only I could create such awesome drawings :(

Friday, February 10, 2006

Day 113: Holy Jesus, Mary And Joseph On A Stick

I found it! Oh my precious, my precious little gemmy. It did roll here, sometime last spring. It was so long ago, but still I smell it's sweet aroma. It's yummy, so effervescent scent was lost to me. But now, my last Malteeser, found safe and still quite round. As perfect as that day I last saw it. And here, in my cupboard it sat, awaiting my arrival, it's very own rescue. I must savour the moment...gulp - oops.... CaHaCoufloo *spit* Ok that was a mothball. My poor malteeser still lost and so fragile in this horrible demon infested world of devil spawned minions that rose from their heavenly graves to throw malevolent parties in which Malteesers are a delicious delicacy, Noooooooooo! Actually that mothball wasn't too bad, mmmmm yum.

Squeeze If You Dare.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Day 112: I was Blank, For A Moment I Promise

How could I have forgotten to memorise your everlasting need to be informed? Or should I be asking, how could you not know, not realise? In the meantime, it has been a few days now, but yes, I did enter the broom cupboard. Yes, the horror, the dazzling aroma, it haunts me. But could you have known the beginning that happened? It was like a cold and freezing, but beautiful winters day all rainy and dark gloominess. For some unforseen reason, I hesitated not and simply strolled right in there. What is wrong with me? I did not even think to ask my retched brain; which failed to inform me of the filthy situation about to occur. One second I was walking and the next I was in a screaming torture chamber of some unknown cupboard demon dimension that spawns a never ending supply of cobwebs! I screamed so much, both Ashley and Lisa were in disgust. I screamed, pushing through the webs to feel the back of the cupboard. I continued walking in like my legs we no longer mine to control. Then I saw it. I stopped screaming for a nanosecond. I looked at my right hand and screamed. I looked over at my left hand and screamed. Then I turned my head from side to side so swiftly, screaming each time I saw my newly web encrusted hands. "It's on me, get it off. GET IT OFF!" I screamed. And that, dear RatMinoins, is when Lisa slammed the door.

Batteries Won't Pronounciate.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Day 111: My Nose Is Not For Rent

There I sat, in my cupboard, my new home inside home. And yet still, the cobwebs are forming? Oh surely you would know the truthfulness like a bar of ungodly soap? Yes, I am inhabited; well, at least, I was. How rude it felt, to awaken in this confined cold, dark and moist cocoon of mine. My finger had the right urge to relieve that irritant tickle deep inside, but some demon, birthed from the innards of an unsaintly sac, was blocking the hole! It was a SPIDER! I squealed; I hit possessed mops bent on licking foreheads; I screamed and I hit every wall, germ infested crevice and booms of all the in-betweens. But finally, after much an anxiety attack or two, I was able to do it. I snorted that beastly monstrosity from within my inner recesses. I'm good, I'm fine, I braved it.

Lazy Freckle's Make Them Weary

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Day 110: Why Is It Me?

I can hear them out there in the hallway, the bathroom and yes, even in the pantry. Why have they returned? I am not so evil, nor am I so deserving of this torturous torment. Those hell spawned minions are at it again. I don't know why they returned so soon, or what they want, but it must infuriate the peas. I will not let these filthy invaders of the under gallows interrupt my oh-so-busy life, which it is. It is the trolls.Yes; they have broken free of the crack-hole in the middle of my hideous kitchen floor. I knew the peanut butter would fail me....But the dirtiest, most filthy, fowl and satanic thing from Mars? They now wear nose tingling bacon rashers for armour, while still wielding their sharp as hell, hardened cheese off cuts.

Yellow Donkey’s With Dark Eyes.

It Is So Important There Are No Words

A strange and wonderous thing it is that me and Lisa are creating. Together we make an unstoppable team of 2 freaks in it for the degrading laughter. Do not shy away your ears or your toes, no, for we will be making something so dirty, so hilarious, you just might die to death. But be forewarned, it is gonna be G rated, so you might need some parental guidence or risk singeing your eyes.

UnTiL NeXT
(hehe, thankx sCOoT)

Monday, February 06, 2006

Day 109: Let The Freckle's Decide

The seal is breaking. I'll have to patch it before all torturous hell breaks loose, all over the darn kitchen floor again. It took me hours to clean up that filth last time. I think some Peanut Butter might just do the trick. There, all better now.

Fornicate You Lousy Buttons.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Day 108: Dang, I Left The MouseTrap Open

"Who could have thought it?" I say.
Then I said, "It was not me, I can tell you that!"
"It must be The Shadow In The Corner..." They said to me.
"Oh, that's right, place the blame." standing there all ghetto like.
All, infused, I sternly spoke these words, "No, NO! I was speaking, do not interupt please?!"
"Um, excuse me, but can you keep it down, I'm trying to imagine the room waiding" I did say it with my mouth. ashley looked on from the corner all insulted by my remark, like some back water drama from hell. Damn it, I can't live like this anymore, can you? Me, Myself And I are just too much to be occupying such a tiny place like this. There is no room to move and then they keep following me anyways. Where it the butter? I'm gonna dig them out!

Oh I See The Curdled Eyes.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Day 107: Whatever Already

A horribly chiming sound sprung to demented life and pierced my ear like a fish in water, but what was it to be? I could not know and I did thin it would just leave me alone, but no. The filthified box in the sky upon Virgil's curved arc sounded out another mouldy melody of doom. In the trauma I was confused and so dizzy running in circled squares, I made a dash for the door. And as I opened that unholy door, I was greeted by the most unsaintly people I have never had the privileged to meet. They too did not believe I was old and wrinkled enough to wave tongues in speech and then had the NERVE to place upon my fingertips, filthy god books, in=my-hand! GAWD BOOKS! Can you believe the uproar? I squealed. I screeched I flung those pages at the freaks and wiggled my fingers in disgrace. Off they ran, but there on top the door mat, laying so peacefully, Welcome hidden beneath their demonic textures; the god books lay on the door mat, blocking my path. How to get to the letter box now, hmmm?

Evil Rests Atop The Ledge.

Friday, February 03, 2006

Day 106: Why Was It Not There?

I've just realised, I have no security flyscreen on my front door. In fact, there is not flyscreen door at all! How could I have felt safe all this time? And even more so, How could I have thought it was the drain that let those midgets in to train their ferrets?

Back-Slap That Rock; It Was Born A Cake.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Day 105: Just Breathe

Since when do people just waltz up and poke around in your own EarWax? I was all telling myself that, "Yes I do look fine enough to venture out to the letterbox already," but then I was like, "NO! That strand is out of place, I can't bare it!" Eventually, I did muster up the dreadful courage to step outside. And so, I strolled out to the letterbox and RUUUUDE, nothing was there. I turned around like a snoot and do you know what happened? I turned around to run back inside when there, down the side of my angelic house was a filthy germ infested human demon. It was horrible, I say, it was poking its hideously long nose into a hidey-hole I knew nothing of. I felt it necessary and so I did it with silenced hesitation. "It's not right to stare in to my gapping hole” and I did give them the one-eyed evils. I immediately sprung in to a full-fledged sprint for the front door, holding back my screams of terror and frightfulness.

I'm Floating, Here, There And All Around.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Day 104: How It All Began

You can see my very first, original story about Rat Girl here, so click on her already. Download it and enjoy. I did make alterations to it to make the final version, so that it slips of the tongue just that little bit easier, but this is the beginnings of my insanity rampage. So LOVE it now!

Ok crappy mooland won't work so you'll just have to get over it.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Day 103: Get Away From My Skin

The evil red man of soapy soap cleanliness is harassing me again. Why does he want my skin? Always he's there so close, so near to my skin. Well you can't have it. I don't care if it's fricken perfect or not, it's mine, mine, allllll MINE! And to say the least, why is it that you think my skin is perfect? Is it because I've had so few pimples in my life? Is it because I have faded freckles on my snowman complexion? Or is it the filthy blackheads that cover my nose like landmines? Too often is it I get the jealous looks, it isn't that damn great so leave me my skin and get over it please. Thank you, have a nice day :)

A Turning Pipe Will Win.

Monday, January 30, 2006

Day 102: How To Crawl At Will

Still I have heard not from that Stumpy Caterpillar. Malissa has forgotten me or is she ignoring? I should doubt that, for what reason could she have to do such a devilishly terrible thing? I hope she is still alive at all, she may be in the otherworld or the in-betweens trying to reach me but unable to turn my filthy head. Oh yeah and I dragged my carcass on the floor, The Grudge style, complete with that awesome groan thing she does. I freaked Lisa, to peeing places. It was all dark too, with only a small, weak light source to enhance the effect... The only thing? Yea, her carpet is the Royalty of Friction. My arms are dead trying too drag my twig-like body across the floor from hell. I need a slipping agent of a sorts, like a roller thing to stay beneath me while I do it. My arms are distraught with agony. How dare you make me write all this stuff while I've been crippled! Never the mind to worry. I will be just as good as new as soon as I can re attach me arr
Ok my left arm just fell off.

The Trees Are Dreaming.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

Day 101: Over The Hill

It must be a down hill ride from here. One Hundred Days of awesome fun times that made you giggle with delight. More than 111 posts to fun you up with sqwarksome tingles. It has been such a long but very entertaining ride. Can my life continue to shock, horrify and torment you? Only tomorrow can tell. But for now I must tell you about the hair that lives planted in my mole. There on my face it sits almost in complete silence, but every so often the little trollup gives a wiggle and a jiggle and then comletely bends over backwards and tickled my face. How dare it be so rude! I get the tweezers out and grip it's head and pull and tug and pull on it's head until it's let go and I'm free of it's retched existence once again. But not so long after, the little devil is sprouting up out of my face again. The torment is never safely thrown away; it always comes back to greet me.

Eating The Core Breaks A Seam.

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Day 100: One Century Past!

I'm going to tell you about Cellulite Girl. You don't need to know about two bum girl, she's not worthy of a story. I'll just say, quickly, she had two bums, one on top of the other and yet oddly strange it was that she did not seem to have tremendous weight anywhere else on her body. Back to reality and we are going to be horrified. I was sitting here and Lisa there, next to me. Her filthy boyfriend was next to her; he was disgusting beyond grossest things. Anyway, Cellulite Girl was all prancing around like she was something worthy of googling yes. Only it was Lisa and I who were looking and we certainly we not in the googling. Hideous no. She stomped over to the teacher and was standing there in front of my desk. Maybe she was advertising with her bum wiggling in the air. Lisa and I were in a state of disapproval she was in our way, but.... Lisa was, is, in to close inspection of the microscopic kind and zoomed her eyes in on to Cellulite Girls thigh. I had no idea, but Lisa was in a giggle festive fit rolling around in her chair and she whispered'n'giggled and gasped for breath as she spoke these words "Look...at...her...thigh! IT"S GOT RIPPLES!" And there I saw it. Cellulite Girl was wearing ultra tight, white stride-like trousers and we, the special two, could see the cellulite bursting the seems!

The BoggleyEyed Genie Is Getting Nearer.

Friday, January 27, 2006

Day 99: Nearing The Top

Oh god, that hideous RatGirl thinks she's the damdest hot stuff of the underworld, that she feels it right to shake her mangy booty, if you can call it that, all down the street. How she collected the courage to show herself in public I can't understand. And how too did she muster the intellect to follow the wannabe rappers?

"I'm Hip,

I'm Cool,

I'm With-it!"

RatGirl prancing down the street in her trashbag hoe getup. Bling-blink dangling from her anorexic neck. We pray it weighs so much it stresses the bones and at least fractures and splinters. But mostly, just mostly we wish she would die and go back to hell again so we can have peace for another day or two, maybe. Plus the horrid adding of Cellulite Girl, almost like Two-Bum Girl, without the extra bums but extra thighs instead. I will expel the horror and fear upon you as I calm-it-down long enough to reminisce.

Two In Line For Back-Burning Lime.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Day 98: Australia Day

First and foremost I must say, Happy Birthday to Stumps! She is the eldest at now 21yrs and I am still 20yrs :P Secondly, Happy Australia Day... It has some meaning like when we were discovered or something, but mostly it's about fireworks and booze for most people lol. Now to the seriously interesting stuff.

I was tossing and turning all last night. It was not a decent slumber as I awoke in frightful fear, at almost every 20 minute interval. Again and again I saw that image, I saw it trying to enter and I could not sleep and let it happen. I'm almost positively unsure I did not see Verenetti the Toe Snipping Earwig at all last night. But I can not be too certain. One time, it happened many a times but this is one of them, I was in a turning phase when I looked down at my pillow to check it was a cleared coast. But hell no, there she was arms dangling in the air, getting all thin like to just slip right in, right into my ear hole. Can you decipher the nervous tissue? Whether it was dream or not, Verenetti never got to enter my hole and it will never be because it's just plain filthy and I can't hear right with her ginormous pincer-ed ass clogging the canal.

Dropping Pigeons Do The Math.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Day 97: I'm Not Alone

How likely is it to be, that you awaken in the morning before noon and some THING has vacated a nook, crevice or even a hole in your body? I too thought it was of the most unlikely's, but to my astonishing amazement, it has occurred. I woke up to some rude creature making a terrible banging racket that made my ear hurt. I was alright and to say the least, I got up and went to the loo. Anyway, I strolled into the bathroom, and felt a wiggle. But I'd already been to the toilet, How could I have another so soon? Well as it turned out, I looked in the mirror. My hair was all scraggly and misbegotten all over the place. My eyeballs were puffy and that damned nose was running, for some ignorance, and I saw it there wiggling its way deeper. Verenetti the Toe Snipping Earwig had her tail snip snapping out of my left ear. What was she doing, in...my...EAR?!!! I let out a pretend cry of yelling anger, but I couldn't alert her to my presence. No, I just waited a few seconds of millennia, snatched her tail and ripped her free of my hearing space. Oh she tried to tell me it was an accident, she tried to say I, of all people, rolled over on to her and she was engulfed by my ear.... I stood there for none of that. I was walking to the loo to dunk her in but she snipped my fingers and ran across the floor under the toilet screaming "Curry, oh my god damned curry!!! Help me, Help meeeee I need to munch your CURRYYYYYY!!!!!!!!"

A Slashing Doll Keeps The Lie.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Day 96: Boredom Strikes A Pose

A Skankaliciously, malignant mole has cropped itself up out of the blue in the very undesirable place that resides next door in the building and so therefore a trashiness has become of the street and I don't know if I can bear it's hideously tormented breath that belches from within it's disgustingly dirty oesophagus of sticky goo and glop from which sprouts unknown micropilates who consistently bend and fold into nothingness so that they may become thinner and pass between the rays of light so that no one can view them or ever even notice their presence in which you will be privy too at some time in you retched life whether your old or new or even a little see through which is nothing to be ashamed of but you must admit that you are not completely towards the norm or the abnormal anomalies that strike fear into the hearts of fly’s and mosquito’s as they suck the blood and therefore life from your wrinkled sunburnt body that you couldn't or wouldn't care to look after and be a snowman like me.

Below A Sign Of Gulping Times.

Monday, January 23, 2006

Day 95: It Stinks!

It was even more terrible than the norm. Usually they don't speak; I'm sure most don't have them. This one had it hanging out oozing and spraying all over. It was filth I say. To make matters undeniably worsened, it had the despicable nerve to flomp its way over to Lisa and her younger sister Katie. But that’s not all, the story continues.... As soon as it arrived in their proximity, there was speech, mostly unrecognisable. The thing was the SausageMan down at Coles the supermarketing store. How hideously deformed he must have been, but to exist without that knowledge. And it spoke these words to Lisa and the sister looked on; horrified. "I want a girlfriend," Lisa looked sideways at its horrible form. "Can you be my girlfriend?" the SausageMan said. Lisa, so traumatised by it's proximity to her and was shocked into squealing "NoOoOoOooo!" but the SausageMan did not listen. He continued with, "Will you marry me? I love you 'cos you’re pretty." That was it, and Lisa was in an upheave, struggling to pick up the shopping basket she dropped in the dramatic sequences. There Lisa was flailing her arms in the air, screeching for help as she ran from the trauma.... Katie trailing behind as too was the SausageMan. But do not fear. Lisa survived, oh yes we are all so happy, for she sacrificed her little sister to it and it will leave you all alone for ever, the evil sister, not the SausageMan.

Goodnight Boys And Girls, But Hidden Deep Is That Poor Katie In The Meat.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Day 94: Evolution of the Underworld

We were there in queue when from a bad bat escaping hell; she reached down there for it! I was in total upheaval. How could she go there, of all places, in public? To make it worse, you'd think it couldn't, she squealed "Get it out, now!" There she was, groping my leg screaming for me to get it out. Her horny fingers etching to have it felt and molested by them. But I said no. I mean, it is my mobile after all, I should be the one to extract it from my very own pocket, do you think not? I also thought that.

Pigeons Ringing, Hold The Line.

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Day 93: Skanky Moles Eat The Peas

I never see the PostMan anymore. Well, it's not like I wanted to see him anyways...What The Hell Are YOU Implying?? How could I ever wish to make friends with a...filthty...yellow, death bird? His image haunts me; my eye sometimes goes blurry and there it is. The yellow figure all bird-like and...and feathery, yeauck. Dirty fith channels to swim, in your brain.

Trauma Is The Phone Of Silence.

Friday, January 20, 2006

Day 92: You Can hAve It!

Roger the singing corset. It flopped out right into my walkway and burst into screeching song. I was trying to sleep, but less importantly, why should I be forced to open my eyelid seals and deal with it? Exactly; that’s why I threw it at the lady across the road... How dare she give me evil stairs and then deny it!

Suck The Road In Disgrace.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Day 91: And There I Was

Holy Jesus Christ!

It Flopped Out Of The Crack, I Mean, What The Hell??

A Mess To Clean, Oh YAY, I'm So Happy.

The Plane Sits As It Dares.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Day 90: I Laugh At The Clowns

Since when have clowns ever been nice and kind and fluffy creatures of joy n stuff? Well you'd be right in saying never. Because you know, I don't like that word, but clowns are just plain and darn simply evil devil spawns, sprouted from the pus that oozes from an angelic warrior fighting the hordes of unsaintly minions who serve none other than the almighty one or is that the brain.... Well they try to escape their rat cage every night and take over the world, so it could be them indeed. I have a picture to show you that shows you the revelations the world is reluctantly becoming increasingly open to. I mean seriously, come on. Like who hasn't had nightmares of Ronald and that darn purple thing. What is it?? What the hell is that damn purple poop thing and that stupid girl too. Who in their unsanitary minds could fathom such atrocious beings of distorted appearances? Ronald is just too suspicious and I think there is something with that ham-burgular. Who could possibly want ham, so why would you burgle? Ronald McDonald is a bad horror flick gone wrong; down a track of fits of laughter and shame instead of frightful screams and pain.


Dangle Like A Polar Bear, Talk To The Tree.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Day 89: Stick In The Middle

Rebecca is having a hissie fit because apparently The Shadow In The Corner irritates and has formed a rash. Her fingers wobble and tickle Rebecca's inner lining. Of course Ash a.k.a The Shadow In The Corner, tried to apologise, but her knobbly bits just delve right in there! Although, Virgil has no complaints and Ash casts evil stares in his direction, for taking advantage of the situation as he switches in and giggles with pleasure as Ash casts around.. Rebecca feels violated by Ash and Ash feels violated by Virgil. Virgil and Rebecca get along ok I guess. And I too, had no idea, but my house has developed intellectual capabilities, complete with it's own personality. Of course that would be fine and dandy; completely towards the norm, but no, my house has to go outside the circle and develop 2 personalities and then has the filthy nerve to complain like a hideous maggot, wriggling out of the dead carcass of some devil rat's eye. And now it's formed a crack, right down the middle. What the hell is happening there, I don't know, but it sure looks dirty to me!

Squeeze The Plate With A Thong.

Monday, January 16, 2006

Day 88: She's Flown The Coup

"And I went to Coles and I was like; No!" Lisa was describing her recent trauma. "It was wearing a filthy, denim miniskirt and it was a kanker! Can you believe that? Just WAIT, it gets worse." Lisa was settling into her chair more comfy like. "It was wearing a tube-top and it was a fat granny! Hello, I mean, Teenie Hoe-Bag wannabe. Seriously, I was like, that’s it, I'm hooning around it because if it bends over...I just can't deal with it. HIIIIDEEEIOUS!"

And so Lisa Hooned around that skanky grandma with all her rolling wrinkles flapping in the frosty air of the freezer section. Terribly scarred at the thought of thinking what could happen if she were to stay in the rear position.
"I saw a glimpse of it and I will never do it again!" (Said in a Russian accent).

Brush Your Teeth You Silly Gate.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Day 87: A Prickled Day

"It's still raping me!" Lisa let out with a cry. "The Savage; It made a hole." And turning towards my direction, she continued with, "It's still in there!!! Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" And a screaming squeal she did reveal. "A Three horn prickle had the nerve to plunge itself and penetrate my foot, right there," she pointed to the ground, "in the vicinity of my own lounge room... How did it dare enter my fortress???" Lisa was in dismay.

And so Lisa squealed, flinging her foot around in disgrace. She never did find that naughty prickle, but she smirked with slight satisfaction, "I snapped it off though; lets see that prickle rape me again!" Not realising it has two horns still to prick her foot with.

Lashing Cushions Like To Bleed.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

Day 86: Broom, Broom Went The Okle

I bought a car today...well my parents bought it for me. Hey, don't call me a brat! I am not in the money rolling business and the amount we have can't be swum in. I like it. It is blue, yes not purple so shut you nostrils please. Your tendrils are spiking, why? Gosh, you'd think I was given the world the way your acting. Anyways, it was an el-cheapo (though my sis would opposingly disagree) without aircon, but it has power steering and a cd player so there. In the midst of it all lies a mysterious button. I will have to snap a captured image of it and shove it over the net to you so you too can ponder its mysterious frost like mystery. It has a fog light button too, but I could see no fog lights. Strange as it may seem, I think I can deal with it....hmmmm, yes. Alright, off to bed then. I have to drive now. Yes I know the lameness of it all. No more chauffeur to cart my carcass around. Rather silly isn't it getting a contraption such as this? Now I think of it.

Good Night And Don't Let The Leaches Stick To Your Thigh.

Friday, January 13, 2006

Day 85: Just A Thought

Why is it, that something so almighty and superior, has been lowered to our level with a reference to "God" as a Him or Her. Now if God were to exist, why would God be considered so low as to be bound by such "mortal" temptations that were only given as a temptation for evil. If you give this God a sex, then that is what you are doing. You are giving your God room for flaws and vulnerabilities - such as this thought, if you may. I can see that you are in dismay (erhmmm, Lisa) but should not one so fantastically prefect, be above such things as being male or female and simply be God. Should God not be referred to as God and Only God in all references. It seems to me, that people have lowered their own supreme being into a super-man and if so, why should we not tinker and dabble in science if the Vatican feels itself so mighty as to consistently re-write the bible to keep up with the times. Wouldn't God have known the true words to speak through Jesus so that they would stand the test of time and be completely relevant to this day??? I do believe I have stumbled onto a thought and I will leave you to ponder it, or run away and scream so ignorantly because I can't believe it's teachings. Popetown may have been onto something there.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Day 84: If Only You Weren't So Cruel

"Veal do this," Veal do that." I said, "Veal Do Nothing!" Slabs of filthified BABY meats don't DO anything. I felt like abusing the butcher at the supermarket for even suggesting the veal as an option. How could you not know that would offend? Anyone would be so down right outside of their mind to contemplate such an aweful thing. If I find out you eat veal from those barely even born calves, you've got another thing coming. That's right; I will flick fake M&M wannabe's at you and put a widgety grub in your ear. Then those Daddy Long Legs can move in and throw a net over your face to suffocate you. They are the naughty squealers I say. They do too do that, Jolene told me so!

Do The Chicken’s Eat Best?

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Day 83: The Trashlings.

Damn those trashlings! Damn, damn double, chocolate damn! How can they exist, when no one wants them? You don't, I don't, so why will they not cease their very own existences? Horrid creatures they are. Small and round like babies, but they are more like pre-schooler’s from Kindergarten.... "We wanna play with you hahhhaaahahaaAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Psychotic, they are too and you have to see one to recall the even better truthfulness of bubbly soap clean honesty. Do as I would do and say "If I had a child that hideous, I'd slap it and then throw it in the trash!" Hence, Trashlings are born.

Scrape The Sky In June.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Day 82: Tame That Hair!

Ok, so I went down the street to arrest some spray cans. They were not doing it right by staying in the store. But could you believe, I was invited and they still made me pay. Those lying cheeks. They probably didn't even recognise me, yeah! That must be it. Because as you know from yesterdays horrid traumatic drama of answering the front door to receive a package of unholy filth (a pair of jeans lol), my hair has been allowed to let loose and the taming has been removed so godly like for a some wild tan-ga-bilities (Tan-Ja-Bilities). I'm not sure what that means, but I get the picture. And as I walked like I was socially privy, gusts of enormous winds sent from hell itself, seeping through the earth and leaking through a filthy crack in the ground. I became a Medusa wannabe. Tentacles flying everywhere. My shadow freaked the troll that sits! I had to bare it. No I could not run and flee like my fingernails were so desperately screaming in my ear holes. Obviously I've survived the endeavor, but I have been scarred (Jane told me how to spell it right, not wrong). A walking frame did scrape me as I flew past and the pruned sultana did no flomping back flips; no they just kept rolling.

Squawking Bangles, Sift The Seeds.

Monday, January 09, 2006

Day 81: Fluffing For The Occasion

It was supposed to be a good day, a day free of Ritalin and demonically divine festivities. But no, there was no fixation. The lacquer was lost to the netherworlds in the brushes and drain pipes. Gone to the pillow fibers and gunked up in the nozzle. My hairspray was dry, not moist. Apparently moist is a dirty word reserved for the filthy low-lives that bed before wed or something similar. I say, Calm-It-Down already. Anyway, I was in a pickle. How could I brave the unknown with flying tentacles? I stepped up to the plate. I opened the door and said "hello." I tried to be calm and normal while signing for the package. But as it would inevitably happen on purpose, a whipping tentacle of hair flipped around matrix style and flicked me in the eye. I stood there, my eye paining. Water drooling out all gushing like and some droplets dripped onto the page. I tried to conceal it, the hair, not the tear! so I dropped my head like it lost all it's muscles, handed the clipboard back and retreated inside my dusty broom closet. There's no door, but it works well enough I do think.

Squeal Like A Turkey, Dance Like A Clown.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Day 81: Forbidden Desires

I can't believe you did it. After I asked you not to touch. You stuck out your filthy paws and reached right over to it. I know you've spoken to the frozen monk; why else would you eat some of my popcorn?
The day is ruined in tattered shreds of humiliation and shameful, um, things.... I'm too distraught to sift through my germ infested mind to think of something so worthy to end that hell spawned sentence. It was my popcorn.

Spin The Wheels And Lay An Egg.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

Day 80: The Third Age

Well a snippet anyways.

"It was as it should be until that day, well night, I discovered that monsters do exist. You can't see them, but I have. I hope you never have to, but Mom always said “Never say never,” for legitimate reasons I'm sure you know of. But for me, those reasons are futile, not worth mentioning. When I say it, I truly mean it. That is why I have to tell you. I can't go on and expect all to be right and leave the world to continue down a road of uncertainty. You may not realise yet, but the time is nearing for something larger than I can imagine and that's really saying something. I can feel something terrible happening, somewhere, and soon it will be upon us and I need to let others who will listen, know the truth. Heaven and Hell are real. Constructs of the human mind, made real by the power of the human collective; unknowingly but definitely created by pure will. But it has been flawed...." - Brad Westphal

Thornless Prickles Tease The Bees.

Friday, January 06, 2006

Day 79: Shopping Trolly Murdered

Pauline PantsDown: I Don't Like It

It's awesome and I love it and I will share some more awesome things with you when I get them. I love it.

My Groceries, Just Gone!

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Day 78: Pencil It In Pen!

I used to use pencils all the time. They were so squeaky clean and kind, I liked them a lot. I had many pencils and time and time again we did share happy thoughts. My brain impulses zipped through my fingertips rights into them, giving them a little tickle and they would translate the message to the paper for me. And sure pencils can erase, but that means they're not permanent either. Too easily washed away and lost so I snapped the pack and moved on to bigger and better ink worthiness. For I too obtained a pen license lol.

Fairy Prodding With A Toad.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Just Telling

I'm writing a sequel to my as yet unknown short story of absolute awesome sqwarksomeness. I dubbed the original "The Beginning" it has it's own story and atmoshpere that would make you tremble and shake with fear while mesmerising you with it's clear but not over the top detailings that won't bore for ages and then give you the good stuff like this sentence. Then it ends all nice, well two survive and it is good, but it's not gory because that makes things taky cheap and lame. I will only reveal that it is about the dark and what is born of it, so to speak, and then the trauma of surviving something so devilish. The sequel I dubbed "The Third Age" and it takes the character on a new path that was born from the end of the first, but you wouldn't know it until you read the second because I just write it so damned well. I will show a snippet of my sequel a little later on. It really is awesome in it's own right and you have never seen a sequel that shifts genre's in a way that still stays true to it's origins, but moves on to something else to give you a brand new adventure that makes it seperate but still whole with the first story. Both stories can be read seperate with all the knowledge and understanding ability you need built right into them but reading both is just, wow. I can't wait to finish writing them. Well anyways, no one will read them unless I post them and then someone'll steal them but they won't get away with it because the proof would be posted here that it's mine but then I couldn't sell it and make money if I were to post it here for free. So there it is settled, you may see a snippet and only a snippet, the end.

Day 77 Still: Quit Day Dreaming Already

Did you ever notice that I never make the grade? How dare I not be pedastooled and worshipped so high. Of course it would mean more pressure and I can't deal with the super fast water as it is. Holes would form right through me! But you must still find it quite strange, rather weary, do you not? Thyn shadow can speak only lies and I will speak to it in the never again category. Could I never reach that "Blogger Of Note"...wait as I just check and make it sure. And why, too, have they not noticed me at all? Ignoring the most important reference for life survival is something only a troll should do. Fawns will snatch you away in the woods and you will think, "Hey, I should have learnt the messages, each and every day." Of course, I would just prefer someone made a cartoon out of it all...just like Zim because there's not much better than dark humor, don't you say?

The Biting Sun, Makes You Old..

Day 77: Strange Things Are Happening

You could not believe that which I had to face at the door yesterday. It was nothing you could imagine with a triangle shape head. The hair, the HAIR!!!!! It was the most crazy thing never occurring in the time between the night and day. For you see, it was a snifferer; they sniff the sniffs you sniff. Tremble as I speak the words, but you must be misinformed. She was sqwarking so loud I couldn't see. And then it was there; I have no fly screen. Sniffing my ear holes and the crevices in-between. Those hilltops and ditches and the oh-so-short spiral that never really is. I screamed so loud, but not like my roar.
"GET YOUR FACE OUT OF MY HAIR!"
I was so highly pitched, I swear I was flying towards the sky. She shattered on the step, right into little tiny pieces. And I say it right when I say "Goodnight." The end.

The Turkey Has Taken Flight.

Monday, January 02, 2006

Day 75: Flat Skin Sac's

I promised to tell you and I will appease it now. Sit down and love it. You shall be lulled to sleep as I speak with such perfection and soap clean honesty, I never speak no lies....We need to waft back in time, can you do that? Alright I'll help you. It was long ago, back, back to when I was merely 14, nearly 15. Now see the rippling as we are ripped through time to that horrid youth age of pimples. Rippply, Rippled Ripples of Rippling Ripples......And we are there! I woke up, back when I was normal. I did not see the sun as a hideous devil creation. So as usual I got out of bed and I did the normalest thing possible. I had breakfast and I went to the loo and I even brushed my teeth. I was in year 9 at high school (or second year for some people). Anyways, thanks for that interruption, I went to get dressed for school. I panicked because I forgot to close the curtains and the two-bum girl could have seen - if she didn't have 2 bums weighing her down on the other side of the fence. But as it would happen, nothing happened, so it was all ok. I was ready for school, but oh no! I forgot to feed my little mouse critters. I was so happy to have little mousies. They squeaked all night long, which was an unhappy experience, but I got over it with some Vaseline. On their wheel you filthy piece of cheese! Anyway, I looked at them. She, the black one, was the one I originally bought. Don't lie, if you had of rippled back in time like I said, you would see her too. And she had babies. lots of babies. But I loved only one of them. It was pure white but not with pink eyes, no, it had black eyes, but still, it was the runt of the litter. So tiny, tiny like a midget mouse. So I feed them and filled up their water bowl...and gave them some more food. Yeah, this is the school part of the day. I can not remember such every day survival of the ritualistic satanicness of school. And it was over and I was coming home. At last I was free of my class room cage and off to my home. As usual I races Sam to the letter box. Not because I wanted to, but because he did it everyday. I thought it was strange because we weren't friends, I thought, but he was all friend like after school. Too darn two faced for me I say. So I won, as usual and went off inside. I felt so happy to be inside and out of that hellish skank-hole called school. It really felt like I had to survive each and every day, back then, now I just think I was retarded. Anyways, I was feeling the comfort of my sanctuary and I said hello to my Mum and went to my room. At first I didn't notice. I read the sign on my wall "Homework gives you Brain Damage" and nodded with agreeingness. I looked over at the mouse cage and saw them frolicking on the wheel. There were too many really and they just clogged the wheel up. But where was whitey? I did not see him anywhere and they didn't et one scrap of food. I went in closer to has a closer look. But as I did I noticed a tail inside the mouse house. Oh, a sigh of relief as I had found my precious little one. AHHHHAAHAHAHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I screamed in my head like I was going to die. Whitey was not moving. I flung the lid off and grappled for the house. I lifted it up and saw that bitch mother rat sitting all innocent like, like "I don't know what your talking about. Hey do you like my new rug?" I was in a furious rage. I looked at whitey, but how did they do it? He was there, but he was flat?? Like he was sucked dry of all his insides, but the skin was right side out and the fur was super clean. Not one droplet of blood anywhere. How did they feast on his inside without there being a mess? There was only skin. Like an empty sac of skin. Well I was appalled. To the death you bitch. I grabbed that filthy black mother mouse and dragged her unsorry carcass outside. Here kitty, kitty, kitty. I called for my cat Roxy. Out of the blue he was rubbing against my leg. I said "So num, nums for you" and I threw here down on the floor at Roxy's feet. But Roxy did not eat the mousey. I could not watch it. Rox was beating hre up, but nothing more. Eat it I screamed, but Rox had never seen a mouse and had no idea what it was. So paws were flying and falling hard, flinging that thing around. I could take it no longer. I raced and stole the mouse away. She bite me! hanging, By the tail I ran. I ran to my room and flomped her down in the cage. I was so upset I had a cannibalistic mouse. She sat there in the open, breathing heavily. The family had flocked away into the house, sleeping on their new found rug. I was disgusted. Never could I forgive such treachery. I left them be and I did not return till I was forced to sleep. I did not want those mice any more. I strolled in to my room and loathed the thought of sleeping near them. I fell asleep and heard that usual sound of squeaking. I did not care. I awoke the next morning and do you know what I found? I found no mice except the mother. No rugs (I threw whitey away yesterday) and no baby mice. Not even a stray hair. How could you! I screamed at that evil mouse. That is when I noticed; her cold stare was looking at me. She hated me. I hated her more. I truly believe she was a devil minion for their food was still fresh and completely whole there in the bowls. I shook the house side to side. She only slide around, do not think I bashed her up. I just could not handle it any longer. She ate her family, for no reason. There was no male mouse, that one was my friends. I could be no more evil and I placed the cage down in it's spot. She stood there with an evil glare of hatred and devil loyalty.

Luckily she died from shock or something, because I could not have lived long with that trollop. I threw her carcass in the bin without any words or ceremonial crap. Get out of my life I said, I never want an evil pet again. You can't get much more evil that a cannibalistic mother mouse. It still haunts me to this day, 6 years on. So you see why I don't trust RatGirl, don't you.

The Key Was Rolling In The Bay.

Just A Quick Note (It's Day 74)

I noticed that 2 more people finally signed my XENA petition. Oh, poor Gabrielle. It's always Xena, Xena, Xena. But really. They go together and you can't say one without the other. Do not lie about the rolls. You can have one, no more. Anyway, I'm really glad someone actually signed it. I thought my ever so popular site could boost its short signature numbers, but evidently my writing is enthralling you so much, you can't see the side links. Go there ------------->

I knew you could do it. When I wake up tomorrow, I expect all of you to have signed. And then I will tell you all about those precious skins you nag me for. It really isn't a nice story, very much like TubTubs... So sad and very unfortunately spread by the chinese whispers.

There's No Need To Suck A Fly.

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Day Something'or'other

Sorry for the late issue. But I picked myself off the floor and I said "Thank you" I felt most compelled to reply "Your welcome. But I did think you had more brains." I slapped that lipped thing and said "How dare you speak to me in tongues!" That is when I knew I was drowned in grog. The first time was not so great and I was in consequences to the knee. The morning after I was unable to acquire any such pill for my pains. I say, I need one too! But I was just sick and I will never drink again. It was the filth. So back to the Brady Bunch for me. I think my life resembles them so truly, don't you say. Tomorrow I will tell you about the skins. I found myself with a spider dangling in my face. I most certainly was not taking that and I roared with such ease, I did tremble. Don't be scared, I didn't win the lotto, but I scored a shotty that I accidentally left with Lisa. It has a bunny on it. Happy New Years.

"Drugs Are Bad, Mkay." - Mr Mackey

Friday, December 30, 2005

Day 72: The Breaking Things

I'm so terribly sorry, I forgot to mention how distraught I was yesterday. Stumps the Caterpillar was supposed to come visit as we had the wake yesterday in the evening. It was wonderful. Lisa the Lizard Fairy (Her head at least) and the Shadow In The Corner were both there. Even Kitty untangled herself from the linen closet to say her goodbyes. Stumps is just a meanie.

The Computer Is Bald.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Day 70: Til Death Do Us Part

I've had so many, you would not dare count. Each and every one was happy and all was sunshine and rainbows. That was until they were gone and I was in tears once more. So after each one, I tried again and again. My little heart wasn't going to give in that easily. But I should have known. The jealousy would bubble and boil to an unsurpassed region. TubTub, was out for the kill. My goldfishy was so cute and monstrous; he had a white belly and boggley eyes. A boggley eyed gold fish - I never cared for their real name. So as it would happen, I thought all was well and disgustingly good. But had I have known the circumstances, we may have gone to a damned dwarf for help (never speak to a midget about your problems, they take your money and that’s all). So I woke up as usual. Yes and I looked at TubTub and saw him asleep on the bottom of the tank. Oh he was a cheeky little fishy. I put some food in the top, but nothing happened. He did not move or even flinch. My tub's was a fatty, and gobbled all the food within instances, but he just sat there. "What’s wrong with you?" I bellowed against the glass and then stuck my fingers in to churn up the water. That little bastard was dead. I was in shock. Do they not float wrong way down when their life has been separated from their slimy body’s? He was fatter than ever and I should have guessed the truth. He was so wrapped with guilt for murdering all his buddy's that he has committed suicide via gobbling up the pebbles in the tank. His belly was so full of rocks; he sank to the bottom and looked asleep. I was in a terrible mess. Dead fish slim was on my fingers and I could find nothing to wipe it off with! But luckily, I survived the traumatic drama of it all. I first tried to feed it to the cat, but no, what a fussy little thing, not wanting the dead carcass of my pet fishy. So I found a small box, threw the darn thing inside and taped the box "water-tight" closed. No one will disturb my TubTub's coffin down at the tip, no way.

Screaming Children Burn The Plane.

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Day 69: Off With Your Head

I feel so terribly aweful because it happened. But if you think about it, how dare she enter my sacred home like a holy under-minion(Or should I say, horny devil worshipper). Yes, it was like no other way in or out, I was stuck in the middle of no where, right in my living room. How could she have gotten inside? The Shadow In The Corner was shrieking like the deaf midget couple down the street and her arms were casting all over the walls. There it fluttered inside, not 5 feet from me. It was so happy like it needed to poop some corn. Lisa The Lizard Fairy had managed to dig through the hardened cheese I was forced to cover all over every window to prevent such an occurence. But she was more determined than I could not have imagined. But in a matter of 2.3 seconds I was just standing and a wooshing thing flamed past my head; aimed right for Lisa. The Shadow In The Corner had thrown a hot coffee mug full of berry juices towards the unwelcome intruder. Sadley, we must confirm that, yes, Lisa is alive and she is doing just fine. However, there is some good news. She no longer possess a body and I have strung her up to protect my secret stash of marbles in the box under my bed in the first room to your right as you walk in. No one can take my marbles away from me!

Two Scones Are In The Tea.

Monday, December 26, 2005

Day 68: The Nightmare After

Well yesterday was great and fantastic. I was allowed to play board games and I never won. But still it was the fun most times I've had the pleasure of experiencing. But then it came out. All over the place and no one could touch a thing. It was so dirty; I could not believe I could do such a thing and ruin the entire moment. Yes, I sneezed. Like a spider that lunges from the darkened shadows in the corner to bite your face, I did a nose fart. How horrible. I cried for a few hours and still now, feel the trauma as everyone’s face was gawking, jaw-dropped like in completely terrestrial disbelief. How could such an unsaintly thing become so devil worthy? But never to worry your mind, I am now ok and all is good and well as it should be. It was only monopoly millennium edition that was completely filthified by my retched nose emissions. Gradiolies someone calls them. But I assure you I shoot no gradiolies. It was snot 100%... well and a little saliva that exited my facial orifice in that baby 'choo' action you most inevitably are forced to accomplish.

Wicked Flowers And Tortured Mungbeans.

Sunday, December 25, 2005

Day 67: Chistmas Day

Holy trollups and a freakin' toad! His bloatatiousness pombled down the drain pipe, fluffing up his beard; scaring the would be watching neighbours, if they ever could dare such a thing and he knocked on my door, the back door silly. He claimed to have "Sandy Claws" but I saw mittens only, no claws at all and you should know by now that I will not let you inside unless I get inspect the sugar infested recesses of your fingernails; with my tongue. He refused and so did I and we stood there in a frozen stance... Eventually 30 seconds did pass and I figured, 'If he wants in so damn bad, why the hell not?' So I opened the sliding door and not 20 minutes later, that fat, hideously jolly man had rolled his carcass to my fridge (It's 10 whole meter's, I mean, you can only dream of rolling that fast without pain!) and he dove in for my milk and cookies! A THIEF, I say, and I smacked him on the head with a frypan!
So yes, I am truly sorry, but I did have to enter your homes last night due to Santa's so called "Coma." But you should be happy I saved all those cookies from his jaws of crumbling death and I did place them inside my very own mouth for safe keeping.

Popping Noses Is Not Fun.

Saturday, December 24, 2005

Do Not Deny The Gir!

Attention all. I know you are freaked as I have made more than one post so many times this week, but I can not deny the almighty Gir! What he says you do and what you do is what he says! He is the doing law, so don't do that, stop it right now! Gir didn't instruct you yet... filthy nose picker'er! Bask in the glory that is Gir (and all things Invader Zim).

Day 66: If It Speaks, Smack It!

I saw a skull with bunny ears. So I grabbed a stick and smacked it. Real hard right between the eyes, er, well sorta on the forehead I guess. Anyway, I was gearing up my swing for another unsaintly crack at it when it burst out crying "WWhy did you do that? OOOooOOoOOooooOOooOOOoooOo!" That last bit was pain, scary I know. So I said "Well, your a skull with bunny ears,"
"And what's that got to do with it, hu??" Some angriness in it's tone.
"Well it’s just what you’re supposed to do. If you see a skull with bunny ears, you pick up a stick and smack it." I replied so knowingly and up myself like.
"You’re the mean beaver!" It did scream.

So I golf-balled it over the neighbouring fence. No one calls me a beaver, no, I am a marshmallow! And why should I give some unholy beast the Christmas Cheer when it speaks to me in that tone?

A Purpleback Has Silvery Wings.

Friday, December 23, 2005

Day 65: Death Would Be Easy


I did have to go pee first, so sorry to keep you waiting. Last night I was in a comatosed traumatic state! I was simply there and then I noticed it was too! How dare such a thing feel free to dance on the walls? But that is when I realised, the bug thingy works. You know, one of those ultrasonic thingy's that plug right in to the electricity bill. God, I was disgusted and appalled at such an atrocious thing. Sure I get the many hordes, but never that many "White Tails." I speak no funny lies or misgivings, no, they can make your flesh rot or eat right away! It's absurdly true! I was frightened for my life because that is torture and we all know that the dieing is the easy part, it's what comes before, that makes it difficult....Yes, the wishing for a donut with extra icing and sprinkles!

Fairy Floss Will Make You Sweet.

Just For You


Because your loyal :) I told you I had Christmas pumpkins and poking out hair.

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Day 64: The Scornful Look

I had to go shopping for some extra gifts today and do you know I had to travel the world over for two damned items. I believe there are gremlins or trolls trying to make it difficult, but that wasn't the drama. Nope, I know you thought it was all mystical like normal times, but today it wasn't the gnomes. If fact it was a filthy, balding, not to mention an old human manRat. Well that beast was not in the Xmas spirit I so loathfully wish never to bath too long in. Yes, it happened like so. I was looking at some things because a particular somebody had decided to disappear - MUM! - and I was patiently waiting while I awaited her damned hellish return. But then, this so called...man filth and his wife came to the same section. Well I looked at'em for why should I be pushed out by freakier people than I? That's what I thought, No Way! So I stood my ground all ready for a battle, but the lame man gave up and ran all pansy like in the other direction. Nope, I haven't reached the good part yet, so shut the hell up and let me finish! Gosh, I can never get a word in all cornerwise. Anyways, it just so happened that my inhuman hearing could penetrate the distance between the next isle, not to mention my height enabled me to tower over the stall and gawk ferociously at their little spat. The man was all like "I can't go down there.." and the woman said "What's wrong with you? Just get down there and pick out some deodorant!" Of course they knew not of my gawk-atiousness and leaf dropping as I submerged my essence within the blocking shelf units. I couldn't hear the man, he did a whisper and it wasn't a nice smelly one at all. She [the wife] slapped the man hard on the face and screamed "Get over it, he's not that weird looking!" And this is where I laughed because he got slapped so hard and he was in pain. Stupid man worrying about me, it's the prosimians you must fear. But she heard me and her head snapped to the sideways view and scornfully looked at me like I was intruding like an interrupting intruder. I felt her evil gaze fly right past my left ear, so I ran screaming through the store, wailing and smacking the store people who wished to steal my skin.

Back Flipping Turtles, Rule The Sky.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Day 63: Xmas Made Easy

When sending cards to people and you really just don't give a flomping stuff if they're gonna know you or not, yes well I have the very solution for you! Simply write "To You" at the top and traverse down to the bottom to end it with, "From Me"

Now If they can't recognise your personal hand writing from that, well damn it, they are just not worth a card next year ok. I, on the other hand, am just plain lazy and refuse to write a single thing in to a filthy card of happy doominess because my cards are above the lowness of hand, no, all writings.

Don't Delay The Brittle Skunk.

Monday, December 19, 2005

I Can't Hold It Back

No, I can't hold it back! I did not see Big Bird today; he was gone before my frightfulness could overcome me. So as I strolled out all high and mighty like - that is, running with my arms flailing, I saw something from the very corner edge of my eye. It was thy neighbour, who had flown out of their coop to land in my eye juices. I turned my head and struggled to grip the air. Down, down, down with a thunderous thud I smacked into the grass. My wailing caused a commotion that no one could have expected... My neighbours swiftly retreating to leave me alone in the wilderness. And the street watched, eyeballs peeled like potato's, so wickedly eerie from their curtained windows.

Close your Toes.

Day 61: To Kill Time

Ok, I could bore you with another Postal dilemma I have just experienced. But you don't have all the time in the world; I think maybe I see another line developing! But any how, I thought, instead, I will just tell you all to visit my friend’s pages i.e: My Links! Just do it, and sign the petition and love Jane, Ellen and AnoTHeR dIStUrbeD kId and the awesome Death Clock. Apparently I will be torturing your eyes for many, many years beyond 2060! You shan’t escape hehehehe. Well, that is if, of course, I don't get a jacket and padded lining all for my very self:)

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Spread the word of Midget Soup also. You know you want to :P

The Squeaky Fly is Laughing.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Day 60: Sticks And Stones

I was forced, so regrettably, out into the open wide and might I say, filthy world today! We, The Shadow In The Corner and I, wanted so very much to watch "Superstar!" starring Molly Shannon and or "Bubbleboy" both movies are the awesomestness, I do believe. Well as I should unfold onto the dirty pavement from The Shadow's car, it lunged with so much force and might, I was struck down and could not think before it had happened and was all over. I know, you are scared. But fear not, I was not about to be evangelized to the Stick order, no way! A stick had lunged forth into the trousers that were supposed to cover and protect.... But its teeth sank deep into my ankle (the right one) and tried so desperately to covert me into Stick-ism. I fought back and grabbed a branch to sweep it away, when I heard it screaming for all its worth... It was Lisa, The Lizard Fairy to the rescue; or more trouble. I could not believe, here, in plain filthy, burning sunshine daylight!?! She flung her body forward onto the stick and pulled it off my leg and I was free! But as I stood up, she began to bounce, yes, on the stick. "Munch on it!" she cried, but as if The Shadow in the Corner or I wanted to eat the stick. Nope, instead we left for the video store in hopeful desire that she and the stick would be gone before our return (and they were).

What A Freckle I Could Be.

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Day 59: Oops I Forgot Again.

Well, if you must know. It all happened when I ventured into the land of cotton. Up, up over the mangled linen mountains and across the polyester plains. I found something special. I followed it like a light, shining through a sheet. It sparkled! I had to climb and dig my way through it all, but something was different. The land of cotton no longer had that same oldness it would, should normally effervesce from between the dangerously tight threads. She had devoured the usual over powered stench associated with pre-rotting linen. And then I found her. I had reached the top of the mound and up above the world so high, like a demon in the sky... She was buffet-eting the scent like there was no tomorrow’s yesterday. Hogging down the elderly aroma, shovelling it deep onto her face like nothing ever seen by you, only me because I saw it! She was dangling from a free coat hanger; it seems she became entangled in it somehow... But who cares?? She's keeping my sheets smelling nice and how many of you proselytes can do that, hmmm?

How Do The Sunflowers' Know?

Friday, December 16, 2005

Day 58: To Boil Or Fry?


I have found some live ones. Yes, you can not believe! I have placed a picture of those I, regrettably, had to squish. But there was no other way. They were trying to escape and I could have none of that. No, I must find a cage or something tin like and shove them in the fridge to help them keep. They are my midgets in the rice!

Flopping Ears Pierce The Bin.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Day 57: Working With Stumps

Stumps came calling by and was in a real fret over the name someone called her, back down the road this morning. Oh yes, it was terribly gruesome for they did not realise, she was born without extra long appendages like every day you or me. Nope and they said she was a rolly polly majolly (said all the same way not happy Santa jolly). Do you know what I said? I said,
"I say, Stumps,
You are a mouse without a tail,
a dog without a bone...
You are the Catapiller."

And I sent her off home.

Trampolines Make Puppets Sing.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Day 56: Going Into The Closet

It was, but not, a mere 3 minutes and 2 seconds ago, my unloyal minions. Yes, I dare to speak the horrid truth of that thing that appeared before me all glowy and full of some hideously divine light. It was an Angel; and so strangely I knew so oddly without her speech, her name was Kitty. She deemed it fit for herself and so it is to be - so there! And she floated around my lounge room armchair, wafting in and out with the breeze. Some shimmery, shiny light flickered out from beneath her harmonious aura, piercing my cornea's, filling my retina's with blinding pain full of retched emotional capabilities I so willingly, lovingly, peacefully swept away. Then it happened. She screeched so saintly, it burst my nostrils; squawking about things so heavenly divine like vegetables to the slaughter. She's wafted into the linen closet right now... Thankfully I can close the door.



Floating Forests Dip With Ease.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Day 55: Time For A Shower


Your cowardice is indeed beyond that of the walking wizard. He will spit on you and you will not be honoured because he spat his filthy, germ infested spit all over you, making you scream like a freakish girlie from bewitched dimensions, running and screaming and frantically beating the saliva away... Well that’s what I did anyway.

I Am Not A Pillow Or A Penguin.

Monday, December 12, 2005

Day 54: Yellow Means Banana & Lemon, Oh My!

I fear I have made a grave mistake. I might die, or you might or just maybe we will all not die and be happy...Ok that’s enough, I draw the straw there! But still, I bought banana flavoured jelly crystalline boxes, not lemon. How was I to know both were shades of celestial yellows?? She likes lemon she did say. Oh I hope The Shadow In The Corner won't experience too much wholesome, undivine dismay when I serve it up for dinner today.

Lollies For Me, Not You Midget!

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Day 53: Beyond the Mysty Treasure

I found it there, hidden behind the whip like lashes. A forest of long, thin black things, converging towards a deep, empty centre. In the hollow is where I found it. All alone with no one to play. All alone too scared to cry. All alone; at last it's mine! It was my belly button lint you see, so, to be nice, I stashed it away in the jar in the corner where I keep all of its grotesque family. Oh The Shadow In The Corner was so please! She could have helped and beared it but still she let out a whispering scream of giggles.

Squiglets Will Not Roll For Pie.

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Day 52: Not My Toes

Verinetti the Earwig. She ran all loo-da-loop in circling circles all over the bathroom floor. I freaked, for I thought my toes would be pinched and snipped to look perfectly clean and neat tidiness. But no. To my horror, not yours, she started yelping out a forced cry for curry! "Curry, curry, curry" she bellowed, "I want to munch your curry!" How unsaintly to ask such nothings like that, my curry is in the fridge...not by the toilet bowl. "I say," this is what I said, "Your mother would be right upside down, balling her disgusting eyes [or whatever] out, when she see's you've escaped!" So I picked her up with tweezers and threw her down the drain.

"Taste The Rainbow, Bitch." - Scoot

Friday, December 09, 2005

Superficial Housemate Turns: See Through

It was a rushing scourge of gushing outness. It leaked all over the place. I know you to be, ever so much now, the under-proud brother/sister minions of those since to come forth. But the milk stained the floor! You don't understand, see, it was that Shadow In The Corner! She scared me silly when she wobbled her anorexic frame....

(Shhhh! I did sneak a peek at her belly button *hehehe* and it showed no sign of devil minionism - t'was a nice button indeed :)

Scary Flops Knead The Breeze.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

The Paper Round

EXTRA, EXTRA! Read al about it!

Meerkats Set To Flap On Beers!

EXTRA, EXT... Um, yes that'll be 25c, here you go.


Sweat Pores As Urinated Pee.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

There's A Hole In My Pocket

Not to mention the disgusting experience I endured when RatGirl knocked on my door this morning, but I've only just realised I'm running low on cash. Yep, I'm gonna have to advertise I think. How much should I ask? I'm flexible and extremely bendy, I love to play Twister! So I'm going to, today, and tomorrow and one will answer and I will have to share my filthy domain with some unholy beastless monstrosity. Are you game?

Puppy Dogs, Penguins And Sausage Rolls.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Sticky Messages

Then I saw it, as see through as any hideous day. That filthy creature had left me a sign, signalling her unholy presence. There it was on the bathroom window, I could not believe it. Written in her honey pot juices, marked a message of epic damnation!

I will not cease,
I won't give in,
So if you want peace,
Open up and let me in....
For my finger tingles for you
My love...


I starred open mouthed, appalled as it dribbled from my once perfectly clean window. It was time for drastic measures.... but what will that be?

Shadows Lay Behind The Murder.

Monday, December 05, 2005

I Saw It There (You'll See)


I was walking past the front door at 1pm this afternoon. Minding my own bee's poop I thought I could stand the sight of daylight; just for a second. But to my amusement, RatGirl was there. It freaked the neighbours and the olives spat their pips! You know not of the filth until it stands nearby and flings one droll’ep of gout on to you... You will regret the day you didn't run so hard and fast until your legs snapped off, not giving up and dragging your carcass; digging your retched fingertips into the cold hard earth until all that was left were stumps, or you were forcebly stuffed in a corner by a teddy you once loved.... Then you will know never to have RatGirl in your sight again.

Why Lie To The Squirrel?

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Frivolous Confrontations Of Doom

How far shall I take it? It can't be too long or all will fail, but my jelly jots say otherwise. I will expose RatGirl if it amputates my nose even! I think it not, but those in the nose are all delving in mucous; too true, too true.

For All The Missing Socks.

Saturday, December 03, 2005

T'wasn't A Night Before Anything


Well, just a few drawstring moments ago, I was eaten! Attacked to be eaten or something just as worthy. I fear I have the sweet aroma of death and discusting decay or plague like looks for why else would it happen? I say, all's I was doing was trying to sleep, but how horrible it is to sleep all uncomfy like on a bed of cat hair. So out I stretched, like a wormy and pop! It had vacated the saftey zone; exposed from beneath the covers. Yet somehow, I did not realise.

So suddenly it happened and I became chow chow for the beast. Sharp lines of awesome and jerkingly painful pains sent a half decent lot of upward fireworks. Oh my poor toe! It became food for my little kitty turned feral mascot from hell. A toe to keep for poking him in his sleep, those are the rules he says.

It Was Not Me, It Was The Finger.

Friday, December 02, 2005

A Morning Of Wet Sloppyness


I was bombarded with affection this morning as I awoke from my death position. I said "Who are you?" But they could not speak. However, I knew anyway. It was all love and pats and tails wagging then all "Throw the damn ball!!!" Yes my dog has a ball fetish and all day and evenings long I must throw that retched thing. But will the ball follow? Of course not! I have to fetch the dog myself, the lazy thing.

Laughing As A Frankfurt.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Day 44: I've Recouperated Enough To Expose One

There was a disgustingly evil red eyed man of deviously devious deviousness that stank of the most gross stench of lathered, soap clean sterility that forced my own germs to run screaming as the filthy stench murdered them while they tried to escape to anywhere or find refuge within or behind skin flaps and folds that protruded from my hideously deformed skin covered in pretty "Mother-Of-Pearl" like scales that glitter in the harsh sunshine of shrivelling death and gloomy doom which also goes for all the hideous people that were birthed wearing skin that was so pale they were mistaken for a corpse or of being ill when they were nothing more than sun hating freaks with snowman coloured skin.

Yes, You Can Feel The 1/3 Doominess...OF DISCUSTING DOOM!

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Day 43

"I am the glue of which you may stick. But my honey pot is off limits. Not even the lip or you'll contaminate the sweet nectar...And then what am I going to eat?" Those are the words Lisa spoke and scornfully dissed you all with.

You Exist In Honey Pot Desire.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

The Forty Second Day

If you can see me, why can't I see you? I looked so hard down there but all I found was cobwebs and dust...and a little spider and two other critters. When was the last time you opened it up for some fresh air? I found it quite tight and I'm skinny as a rake. Rough too, I got a splinter! No way am I entering your private doorway again. Nope, I don't care if it's in the kitchen floor right in front of the washing machine.

Together We Scream All Alone.

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Day 41

How can it be? Thine silk like filth is entering my crack; the hole the devil minions failed to clean up in my kitchen. It seems it is a doorway to another place. You’re Place. How dare you peer in at me?! What if I was breathing? I can't keep my eyes shut forever.

Ant Hills Will Fall.

Friday, November 18, 2005

It Shoulda been Day 40

The garden nymph is the Anal Queen. All bossy and nosey-nose. How dare she say such things, like, "Wash those toes," and "Clean your teeth!" Does she not know my mole is the best? Yes it is. Sitting on my nose so hairy, I love it to bits. But she says "Pluck it" like a filthy duck and so I whipped her up in the milk. Almost like fairy bread, but she tastes like lemons; Lemon Butter is made from anal nymphs!

The Boredom Of Sunshine.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

I Give In

All right, I give up. All the hordes of complaints have forced me to rethink my position and get over it, whatever it is. I will write again starting tomorrow after the sun has risen, for I refuse to let it burn my eyes as it's rays of death and blindingness stretch through the window pain.

I Must Remember To Comb The Fly.

Friday, November 11, 2005

Day 39

Teddy Bear, Sweet
Awe, look at the shmookems

I was always scared
To be mean,
For I was told
They move when not seen.

You leave the room
And they come alive.
Do not be mean
They do not die.

When you sleep,
You close your eyes.
Your Lifeless Toys,
They come alive.

If you were mean,
Sharp nails they grow,
Teddy Bear Slash!
Bits fly - To and Fro.

© 2004 A Twig-Like Hermit

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Day 38

I waited and waited for you to find me, but you did not come. I shall not blame you for I know you tried your hardest... I am just too good at hiding, am I not? Oh, happy days poor from my retched eye sockets. I was right there in my lounge room! Yes, you could not have guessed! There I waited behind that mouldy bush that broke its way through the wall to claim my once wonderously dusty and over-excited corner. You will have to look with your eyes next time :)

Gobble, Gobble Went The Turkey.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

The Thirty Seventh Day

Today I am hidden behind a tree. If I am not there, it's because your at the wrong tree.

Brush The Grass With A Rake.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

The 36th Day


I walked out too early today. It was noon and I thought I heard him go by earlier. But I was at the letterbox when I saw that familiar form; BigBird was hooning up my street to greet me. Instead of screaming and running all scared, I breathed. Then I sat down, squatting, behind the terribly deformed olive tree of hideous stench emissions. As he [the postie] arrived, I peered around. He could not see me... That was until a damn gremlin like Garden Nymph tugged on my nipple, sending screeching pains of death-lines all over my body. I howled so loud I think he noticed my invisible presence. I'm sure he put a hex out to get me, but I shunned it away with ease. I will think a further three times before I allow nymphs to play scabble in my after dinner scraps again!

Razor Ears To Slice My Bread.

Monday, November 07, 2005

Day 35

I found it there, attached to my window. Stuck there like it was suction capped or glued. It was Lisa, The Lizard Fairy. “Go Away” I croaked as I’d only just crawled out of bed, “I want none of your shenanigans around here!” But she did not leave. Instead she began to pulsate for a minute or two; the window sill vibrating like crazy. I was in horrified shock. Was it dying? Was I going to have a dead Lizard fairy on my hands?? Eeewwwwwe. No way! If it dies , I’ll use the tongs while I protect my skin wearing my swimming goggles, shower cap, dish-washing gloves, my lab coat and gumboots wrapped in plastic bags; Of course I would sanitise myself with Glen20 first…maybe the lizard too.
But then she stopped and began to sparkle instead. I was in awe, it was so pretty. She screeched “I’m so horny!” I paused. Then, staring at the “Lisa,” I said “I see no horns…” But before I could finish she yelled “My finger tingles, I wanna touch my honey pot!” That was that, I got out the hell swatter and forcefully slapped the window pane hard. Flimsily she flopped away leaving a disgustingly dirty honey-like dribble of ooze behind.

Galloping Horses Nibble The Branch.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Day 34

T’was a fairy in my garden. It sang all day and all night, such a wondrous, peaceful song. But there were times she was loud and shrill, so high pitched and out of tune. It shattered my glasses, giving me broken eye disease! So I knocked her on the head; before I decided to squish her beneath my feet.

Fairy's Rash Near Toadstool Leaves.

Saturday, November 05, 2005

The 33rd Day (Face Walk Time!)

My all time longest most awesomely wicked sentences of doom I can not share. Nope, they will literally rip your eyeballs out and invert them before your brain expands to an eventual explosion. You don't want that, it's painful. But I will, like I promised, share the secrete of Facial Bipedalism and you will become masters of this awesome walk I shall teach you. Maybe I'll give you a snipet of the doom sentences, enough that will satisfy you and not do too much harm... I'll see what I can do. But for now: The Face Walk

1. Place your face against a desk or wall (floors and ceilings do just fine if you must) And just have your nose and your chin touching.
2. Tilt your head up so your nose is not touching the filthy surfaces anymore.
3. Open your mouth (Keep you chin in it's spot so you may need to drag your carcas a little)
4. PLace your nose back on the germ infested surface (Yes, with your mouth still open).
5. Lift your chin part up.
6. Close your mouth and place your chin back on the ground.
7. Repeat to make additional face steps.

Wow, it feels so good! You can go practice it now and come back later. If you want, you can figure out how to walk backwards and sidewards and all around if you want... Go on, I know you wanna.

A Jacket For Me.

Friday, November 04, 2005

Day 32

I was not impressed by the amazing feats little critters do to gain my attention. I know, I'm like a God to them; those devilishly tiny things I so uncareingly murder before happy hour. I get to play snap for a whole hour by myself each day! But those spiders. Those death spiders, they encase all things I needs to get to. Once I had a whole gaggle of disgusting RedBacks nesttled on my pillow. Their poo just rolling over into my face. Anyway, snap is so much fun. I really love that game. But seriously, A baby spider bungie-jumped right onto my face and I have had enough. Out with the flyspray, I was, screaming "Prepare for ultimate destruction and mercyless doom you filthy death creatures from the unknown cracks of worlds beyond [breathing occured here]. AAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!" And now I have a mass graveyard in my lounge room.

Their Souls Will Come For Me, For I Murdered Them.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

A New Beginning (Day 31)

There it stands, between my toes. Light; it won’t escape. Worse than a Midget holding a hardened cheese dagger of filth. Like some festy worm that tried to impregnate the darkened in-between places. For all is not lost. I shall reclaim my toe spaces and never more eat another banana again. Its hideous inner-outer shell flopped away from view, only to find refuge between my big toe and the other one that resides there. Can you believe the nerve? God, it was all slimy and gross. When I pulled it out, it was like something so hideously terrifying that it terrified the hideously unknown malformations of society.

Sheeps Can't Go On Strike.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

The Battle Is Not Over

I'm sorry; they began oozing their dirty essence out of the crack-hole again. God they stink, like ants I tell you. I want to curse and squish them but nothing seems to work. I tried an incinerating spell I concocted made of paprika, pepper, lemon juice and Portuguese chicken seasoning...but no, they want to live. Maybe you can tell me where I went wrong? How do you kill off a Troll battalion wielding slicing pain aching swords made of hardened cheese off-cuts?

Padded Lining.

I Survived Month One (Barely)

A battalion awaited me. They destroyed every last utensil in the kitchen before my arrival. I think they ate them, I'm not sure. Anyways, I was calmly walking to the fridge; I needed some heavenly milk. I love milk. And I calmly (I said no dirt and grime covered lies) flung those filthy Trolls out of my way, sending them flying in the most glorious flight trip they did ever experience...to come face to face with their own impending doominess of doom. They were flung into the walls and cupboards. And well they got angry didn't they. Those filthy fiendish little beasts leapt from all around; I fell to the ground. But luckily my awesome doggy of all scruffy scruff nipped at their enormously hideous ears of hairy poopcorn filth.

I was saved :)

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

The Twenty Ninth Day

A hole burst its way through the crack in my kitchen floor last night. I was all cosy in bed, rugged up clutching my "Mr Bean Bear" teddy, when all of a sudden I heard it. The extreme scary crazyness of it could come from no one else but a hideously deformed RatChild of a devil monkey. It was a sneeze. Interupting my sleep, how dare they be so rude?! I twirled out of bed to find myself in the hallway saying "God bless you," when it burst into flames, flomp-flinging itself all over the place squealing like a screaming pidgeon. Now I have a burnt sausage-like thing and a big mess to clean up... What a wonderous thing that will be.

Tsunami Is A Beaver.

Monday, October 31, 2005

It Was Here Again

I saw it, fluttering outside. So I waited till it came to my window, I knew it could come. I waited ready and poised. Clutching a can of fly spray. Fast knockdown it was. As she approached, I squealed and sprayed her like a crazy elf at Christmas time. She screamed "My eyes my eyes... They tingle for yooooooouuu" and off into the moonlight she did retreat. That Lisa the Lizard Fairy is one persistent moth. Leave the window alone, I'm sick on cleaning it already!

The 28th Day


Too have a pet Squiggle, that is what I wish for this Christmas. They live in your tummy so you can take them with you whenever, wherever you go. Oh, they are such delights you know.

The Rocket Sits With Pinstripe Wings.

Sunday, October 30, 2005

Day Twenty Seven

I ate a jelly bean this morning. But first I had to ask it "why it is?" That disgustingly evil thing simply replied "How can you speak when you have no ears?"
Well that was that! I tortured the little beast by nibbling off its outer core and then I chomped on its inner flesh. That gaggle of jelly jots will think it undone before they leap into my mouth.

But Where Did The People Go?

Saturday, October 29, 2005

The Twenty Sixth Day

"Woah no," i said, "The Couch Is In The Pin. How could I possibly want one any smaller? Are you implying my bum is big? Like some god loving, demon worshipper; I think you are the hairy bird."

That's what I told the thing that rang me today, asking all sorts of questions. Then I told her, "if [she] wants to know my private things so much, [she] should read my site. I don't have time to chit-chat."

Puppydogs Will Pay.

Friday, October 28, 2005

The 25th Day

I had to go to the loo for a poo. But then I thought, "Why the hell are filthy RatChildren watching a bear of pooh?" How discustingly hideous, not to mention the unsaintly germ infested poop. And what's with this 'Book Of Pooh?' Like I want an album, to show my closest of fiendish friends or relatives, that's full of all the different poopcorns I've pooped out. What is the world coming to?

Pecking Toes, Where Is The Straw?

Thursday, October 27, 2005

The Twenty Fourth Day

I totally forgot to share some of my most prized, my most valuable of all my knowledgeable informative gunk. You are gonna thank me so much. Ok here it goes:

"You will always know when an alien is nearby. Your head will start to tilt towards them as they try to abduct you and your hideous brain. Oh yes, it's the truth. But that’s not all. They also, sometimes, will suck your face with their paws in a dirty orgasmic frenzy as they fantasise their sickeningly slurping up of your brain juices."

PS: You can't kill aliens, believe me I tried. All I will say is I tried to show the world Alien Girl was an alien, but she beamed me into a filthy psych ward of numbness. Anyways, your only hope is to grab some ugly (not cute but ugly) worm child...baby...thing and fling it into the air.

Flying Babies Pain Alien Eyes

NOTICE

If you notice this notice you noticed you’ve noticed, you’ll notice you noticed this notice you noticed; a notice you'll notice you noticed you noticed, that others don’t notice, which is a notice you noticed, so notice you’ve noticed a notice that makes notice of this notice your noticing, as you now notice this notice you noticed you noticed is a notice others have noticed you’ve noticed because this notice you noticed is a notice they noticed and failed to notice all who would notice this notice so others would notice, as they had noticed, because you did not notice they noticed this notice they noticed and notice they gave no notice to this notice to others they knew who would notice such a notice, like this notice and so can have their revenge, unnoticed, for noticing this notice you noticed because it’s a notice that notices, those who notice, that it’s not worth noticing.

56 Notices to notice not including these notices you noticed I noticed you noticed.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

The Twenty Third Day

The toilet gives evil grrrrs. Rumbly rumble it goes. I don't know what's wrong with it? I feed it every day.
Homemade snickers and lemonade I say! I tried them once and they aren't that bad. Not bad for evil incarnate with filthy paws that suck your face, that is!
All's you do is, well there's two ways. The first, you can buy a mars bar and pretend, all sneaky like, that it's a snickers. Or you can pack some fudgey mud into a bar and wrap it up in tin foil. The loo won't know the difference and it beats feeling the loo lick your bum when I'm trying to poop! Disgustingly unsanitary...I need a new toilet, or maybe a new bum.

The Paper Gives Evil Stares.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Night of the 22nd day

It just happened; I speak in no tongues or riddle rhymes. A flying lizard asked for $2 bang-bang tonight. Beating on my bedroom window, now, just past midnight. It rapped it filthy wings against the glass in the most wicked of ways. How gross it was, Lisa it called itself. Rubbed herself all over the window. Ruined my view of my laundry curtains. I took no more of it; out I got and frantically beat her away in the most unimaginable of ways. With a god worshipping fly swatter thing from hellish dimensions full of evil preachers from beyond the grave. I don't care how wet she said she was. I wasn't cleaning up after her. Fleas would roam the streets naked if I let that monstrosity inside.

Where Does The Fiber Flow?

Day Twenty Two


Yesterday, a Police Man came to my door, preaching all kinds of unholiness. Did you do this? Did you do that? Then asked for my cooperation! I said no it's my favorite game! Then he gave me a look with his nose all crooked - to the side, not back-to-front. I said, "Hell no, I don't have cups. I threw a mug full of speechless coffee sometime ago... you must have the wrong person. He [the postie] sounds kinda shift-shady if you talk to the gremlin over there." I had a facial expression showing my complete truthfulness of soap clean honesty.
I did, however, mention that the toe whispered it to me, coerced me I said. And hence forth I deny everything. So I shut the door.

Crowd Your Own Space Midget.

Monday, October 24, 2005

Day Twenty One

I did what you said. Oh yes, you do too remember! No foolies, cos you lie like a lying penguin person. Anyway, as I was trying to say, I stood outside. Yep, I did just that, are you amazed? I said shut up! No, I was waiting and waiting and waiting. I waited till I could wait no longer. One minute was long enough; the postie should know not to let me wait in the open dirt like that. Instead I pinned back my inhuman people ears so I could hear with my eyes. I waited for the sound. For the opportunity to make its unholy, BigBird of filthily death appearance. And then it came. I casually strolled out to conversely abuse the postie for unsanitary transport, but I was only pretending. Instead I threw my coffee mug at him and ran inside! I feared his bird like form would explode... but he only got angry, ripped up my mail and left in a huff. What a sook.

I Like The Pretty Monsters.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Day Twenty

All yee who walk through the shadowy web, fear it unbitten. If you are unsure, remember, it's nothing more than a mischievous jelly jot telling you no lie. By the Mother, RatChild and a Leaky Spirit, so it has been unwritten - I will bite you instead, so shut up and queue already.

Like Stretching Thorns, Where Is My Cover?

Saturday, October 22, 2005

The Day Of The Ninteenth

White Hair on sandwiches.

What more can I say?!

The end.

Friday, October 21, 2005

The Eighteenth Day


Do you like my new title format? Well too bad because I'm teasing. Nope tomorrow it's back to the normal...or maybe not!

Awe, the suspense is killing me. I wonder what it will be, gosh, I'm so excited, I just can't wait to find out!

Oh yeah, um, just one thing. The coffee doesn't speak. Nope. It won't speak to me or you, but I’ll tell you what it will do. It'll leak all over the damn place, marking it's hideous territory.
Maybe I should throw it at the postie...

The Burning Of Dawn

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Day Seventeen

Filthy, Dirty Cheeese, haunts my nightmares. Why does it have to ruin everything? As soon as it hits the bread, no edible sandwich can be created. The bread is forever tainted with the stench of lip-smacky cheese.
I tell you, cheese is the devils’ filth - as too are Superman's red panties... What was he thinking? He is not a penguin or a fly.

Sweet Dreams And Don't Let The Bed Bugs Snap Off Your Toes.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Day Sixteen

There was a fire today. I almost died to death. But luckily I calmly sat the mitten down... And beat the filthy thing to death with a whisk!
That flame will think twice before it births on my oven mitts again.

The Green Hair Tickles My Lip.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Day Fifteen

There I was, can you believe it!?! I was watching TV, but some rude people were interrupting. Banging and crashing with huge dirty trucks and filthy gnomes running all over the place. A cockroach ran into my tummy. I turned up the volume, but to no avail. What was I to do? Where was I to go? I was all out of curses! So it was time to finally unwrap one of my, well, lesser, treasures. A loud speaker! I used it, shouting through the glass, "Shut the hell up, you mangy-flyblown freaks of hideously unknown origins!"
Why should I care their house fell apart in last night’s storm? Mines just fine.

And Then I Said No To The Broom.

Monday, October 17, 2005

Day Fourteen (It's Anniversary Day)

It's my very first anniversary! Well, except for that time I was sooo normal I fell into the trap of socialisationism; becoming a socialisationismist myself.....Would you like to hear about it, A little story for you? Ok then, gather round. Keep you ears peeled or I'll slash you with a teddy bear...

Once in a place
Of a time long ago
I stretched my legs
For a long way I would go

There was grass
And a filthy olive tree
Things wiggled between my toes
Outside it was all sun shiny

I opened a box
Too receive it's treasure
But when I turned around
I was light as a feather

A hideous figure
Peering at me
From behind gross curtains
Freak Neighbors Gawk at me

I was scared
And all alone
Too run inside
Or throw the phone??

No, I grew a big one
Long and wide
Out came Hello
Then I zoomed back inside.

The end. Now go to bed already.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Day Thirteen

I went outside! Are you pleased? Are you proud of me? Well anyway, it was mostly a car ride. I took a taxi down to the local shops. I was fine, yes, there's no need to panic. I was strapped in tight and I clung to the belt taught enough to keep it locked. But I must get down to the deli. I know not of who sells midgets in bags so readily awaiting their own soupy soupness. So when I got there, I went inside. I said hi to Ash, the store clerk, but they did not reply. It's only been 6 months, how rude is that!?! I was infuriatingly Not A Happy Jan at all. But as I walked down the isles searching, combing, feeling, licking everything I saw, I heard a voice.
"Hey you....er...with the hump!"
As if I'd reply to an evil remark like that, I didn't bring it with me.
"Hey, Quazzzimoto," emphasizing the hideous zee's, "What the hell are you doing?"
Were they speaking to me? I was only looking for my midgets. They live in yellow bags all gummied up. That's when I felt it.
There was a strangely invigorating tingle in my, well you know. It was so weird I had to flomp it out and see what it was, but then I noticed Ash standing behind me. They had the weirdest look and there was no way I was staying for that. That was the last straw. I put my shoe back on and left, hiding midgets in my armpits.

Pencils And Butterflies.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Day Twelve

Today I ate super yummy Toadstool Curry with a side dish of Midgets in Rice. Yes I made it myself - it is my own recipe! Midgets are so versatile in the kitchen; they go with everything you know. You'd think everyone would know, but I'm just lucky I guess. And even the most distinguished no not of their usefulness. Which reminds me...

You Said The Fork Had A Story, But It Was The Spoon.

Friday, October 14, 2005

Day Eleven

Well, I'm off to school. Well it's University, so it's way more mature. But I still hate it. All the talking and people staring. Plus there's this filthy monkey; that dirty, evil hairball - it's like Calm-It-Down already!

Anyway, I've gotta have my lunch all planned out or I'll never eat and then we can't learn as my body starts devouring my delicious brain tissue, again. Oh, it is such a trauma isn't it, to learn in the safetiness of my own home. Well because, you see, the table is wonky and those pictures... those pictures of those disgustingly evil, hideously demented people - I learn Human Biology. I know, I know. It's completely outrageously perfect for me isn't it.

You know I could be the people person if I wanted, I could, um…well I could throw some cookies out on the road for those vultures you call neighbors. Stop it, STOP laughing... I'll smack you with a stick!

Day Ten - Well The Night Of Anyway

Oh yes, I've had a night. It wasn't that pleasing though, but I thought that night time would be nicer; with the lack of people and all. So I wore my cool clothes - jeans, a shirt and my beanie... and of course my hair was sticking out of it in all directions! Anyway, I was 2 feet out in the inviting cold and I saw the moon. It was so beautiful and silvery white or some kind of eggshell cream. That's not the point. I finally found peace, except for the ringing in silence. The air was cold and snappish, when all of a sudden, there was pain. I slapped my arm in fear of loosing it to the miniature trolls. But there was more pain all over as I was swarmed by millions of winged beasts. But then, like nothing more horrific from a horror film like no other, a GINORMOUS bat swooped at my head and was diving in for more. I ducked and rolled into the spatula I previously expelled for demonic singing and frantically batted away at the filthy, disease ridden bat. If only I'd known RatGirl could fly... I almost died to death.

There Are Too Many Buttons.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Day Nine


My online Doctor suggests that I get some exercise. I know he's a Devil worshipper now! No way would a sane human being expose themselves to the filthy germs of the outside world...for some dirty, filthy exercise! Hideous troll babies ride the dust and skin flakes that riddle the outside world like some kind of air boarding. Nope. So I fired him and I've had no complaints since. Thank god that drama is over.

Cows They Eat, But Not The Sheep.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Day Eight

I've just checked the mail. Luckily for me he came before 3pm or else the Rat Children would have been roaming the streets; freed from their classroom cages. They have no respect, showing their faces in public. Thank God I don't have a filthy Rat Child of my own! It was disgusting enough, years ago, when I too suffered the same disease.
But I only got dirty junk mail today. You know, the food kind... Like who wants that? Seriously, I wanna know :)

Wheat And Corn For Breakfast

Monday, October 10, 2005

Day Seven

I'm sorry I didn't inform you. Two days ago I checked the mail and said I would be right back to tell you. Well as you well know, I was attacked. Oh yes, this time it wasn't as clear as a Sunday or sometimes Saturday morning. There it lay underneath my letter from Stumps. Casually I lifted the pile of mail out and all was sunshine and rainbows.... But I was misinformed.
It was to be a gloomy doom day of gloom as I noticed a heavenly filth picture peaking at me from beneath the mail. It was a GOD book!!! Like anyone, I'm sure you know wwhat happened, I flung the lot in the air, screaming at the top of my lungs. It felt so disgusting upon my fingertips. I ran; I ran so fast I slammed the front door. I had to shower and scrub myself clean.

I was almost tainted, but fortunately I survived.

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Day Five (I'm So Excited!)


Ok, I'm gonna go outside any minute now and see what yesterday left me. But first I must, at all costs, check to make sure the street is clear. Until then, let me tell you something ok. A midget dangles from my earlobe, clutching on with it's teeth. Ok I'm going, I'll be right back...

SHHHH! Don't Scare The Library Books, Some Of Them Have Tongues.

Friday, October 07, 2005

Day Four

The Postman is playing tricks on me today. I heard him leave, only to emerge from my cocoon to find him delivering on the opposite side of the street! How dare he give them their mail before my side!
I can only go outside once per day, I tell you. It is just too damn scary, not to mention all the ants and flower petals. I can't get my mail until tomorrow now.

The Worm Is In The Skin

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Still Day Three

Ok, ok, I'll say it, just stop yelling! It was... you see, it was like - all mouldy! Ahhhhhhh! I had to pick it up and discover that hideous fur hiding under the glad wrap. I threw it away and ran to my room; hiding inside the doona cover. I prayed the filthy little devil would leave me be...

Lions won't communicate

Day Three (It's actually the 4th, but I just can't deal with that right now)


Today I felt like some fithly cheese. I hate the stuff, like most people, but what else goes with tomatoes and cracker's? But as I opened the fridge door, no I can't say it......

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Then There Were Two

Wow, can you believe I got a friendly message today. I know it's an absolute breach of my outerworld experiencing time but I said to myself that it was such a nice thing that I must tell all who will listen. They were like a bright glowing light and I was blind for just a second. It's times like these I need spiders-in-jam on toast.

My day is less filthily gloomy than yesterday's dramatic endevour of waking up to greet the morning sun... blinding pain stung my eyes.

Day Two (Of This Blog Thingy)

It's so wonderful I now have a real link to the outside world while keeping my saftey. But that darn postie is the devil! I will wait to hear his bike leave before I venture out the front door again. I almost walked outside and touched the filthy grass between my toes when I heard him coming up the street to meet me. Hell no to that. I turned right back around and peered through the curtains.

PS: The Drowned Rat Is The Little Bird.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Day One

I opened the door and went outside, but the postie was still there. I freaked out and ran back inside... waiting for his departure so's i could collect the mail. God it was so scary.

Monday, October 03, 2005

The Creation

Did you know a rat lives among us? No you wouldn't. It's so hideous, she (If you can call it that) lives in the sewers and thank god for that. You see, if you look her in the eye (either one will do) then you will instantly flee in a fit of fear struck panic-ness. And some have thought the Pain of Death could comfort them.... Those poor filthy souls. Oh yeah and then I had a lolly, it was watermelon yumminess flavoured :)
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