Distraught

MyGen Profile Generator MyGen Profile Generator MyGen Profile GeneratorDistraught's log: Memoirs from the ancient cave; I smash your face with grape stems as barrels of whine pour from an unconscience mouth littered with envelopes and jackle jokes spring forth and filth an anemic head toggled with veins and uncompromised behemoth froth. An ancient harpsocord spins in unity with green varnish ed harmonicas dangled in the beard of oppression set to the frequency of momentary pickle jars filled with holidays sewn together with twine and peuter wires. I encountered a stair case lodged in the side of a mountain engulfed in onyx and marble. The mighty elders directed me to bring a piece of string to the elder ninja, "One who drinks shampoo from a flask of bone inlayed with jewel s and raisins". He and I sat in the dark and fog and drank cheap country western zinfandel from the shell of a war beetle as he enlightened me with tales of extreme perilous bouts with furious jay walkers and he balanced the scales with storms of needles on a stove of three eyes that cannot see perplexed with vitamins enriched sea dwellers. He then fabricated a leash which he placed around the neck of a wasp and guided its stinger as it layed its larvae in the sweat glands under my finger nails. I had obtained the skills of the casm wasp yet still felt the need to force pedestrians in jump suits of vinyl from the sidewalks as I frantically tour the country's sweat socks. I can still remember his words, "If it is your dream to play the shouting sloth monkey's rib cage with a wooden spatula like an xylaphone, then do so". A euphoric sound reverberated the ninja cave as he set the timer for zero and pointed to the moon.Calculating infinity with the amethist geodes, with a stack of dusty records and butt crust lymphnodes, mastodons and baluga whales scoring a high five with lazy flippers, and other talkin' andibles with corn fed slippery zippers, need mulch? FREE KITTENS! Dropped my lunch in my steel wool mittens, chilled chittlens and reverberated crisp sunshine, masterbated with haggus and unwanted moonbeams, ohmeegosh I'm really talkin', took my neighbors to walk on Christopher talkin', how many days are in a second, hmm let's see 5 and 5 is juice, 2 and 2 is doo-doo, cartoon acid jazz swamp death boogie, went to the corner store on a coldasack and got a freebie, tooted on my conque shell, spread my seed for all the sperm whales, hello motto, puff puuf pass, this shit's funnier than Vodville, I got trinkets hanging in the shambles of andible mandibles Tattooed grasshopper voodoo dolls shining headlight eyeballs on urban bogged down SUV's in hopes that drumset funk lords will save the death defying turtle neck sweaters of Zimbabwe from hippo zippo cripples living in the trees under the bush people. Mushroom sex ripple toenail clipper andibles chew on metal hangnails used to hang my balls from the chins of a thousand ancient dying monks. Space goats eating doodles flossing embroidery through the roof with their sliightly punching santa pez dispensor shaped fu man chu hightened super nova blinding so nic tronic boxing flight enduring radiator comic book of death rotate the jungle, shaded with succubuses and valqueries alike, just enough room for the shouting sloth monkeys, chivalric escapades elude the eurphoric parliamentary therefore k nwon as fortold fortitudes festering and guesturing formulas and time-lined blurr fest tarantula and humming birds aspire to blue grass defines a spatula, Which, might we say, or Should we say is ahhahha I'm taking my waifers away to a fjord to fertilize a marble garden to light the way for the weeble peoples treasure 13 eisenhower blue zip shades sweat lodge function journeys and field trips scratiching the attic dropped the quivering effervecanthyperallergicating Thylacenes, Once benonst as chupacabra so uth-east shore linened marsupial also a cousin to the orangutange teeth and the free-lance Yard Beetle working for the first inside of the middle of the tap shoe and engorging in unyielding amounts of sacks of table grapes raddishes and monopoly hats. Hey what can we say? Gotta feed these aidbulls some frizbeez and trampoline sweepstakes to keep talkers in Swedenarctitecturesqueiousityousformoreformostes than canned bulles manibleisticating the furniture keep that fucking barking ass piece of shit tortured in a kennel of marble and wrought ironed shittin' in the laudry basket of chrysanthemumthenceforthedsymphonisizedhybrid-like microbiological lizards, eyelashed dastardly bulldozerbullhorns sitanspin throws me down an ally of smorgasborgedpickledtoothdisentanglmentated and cordial textiled floor dwelling spotted moths and ostridge - like gazell. Yes. Yes professor Viceroy, you are correct in your findings. Especially the part of the Ostrige hindquarters containing my grandmothers ancient recipie of zucchini-flavored rusted spoons scooping out the theory of the life-span of the soap bubble. Did your travels not also bring you to the conclusion that no matter how much there feathers glisten of incandescents , they freak out the left wing voters in the republic of the Idahoian-influenced Chinese rebels? Yes, they are also distant cousins to the alienated and somewhat marsupial-like yard beetle, but they far more favor the reflection of a lime diseased ticks dorsal fin as I pop a squat on a mirror searching for more of the ever elusive dingle dwellers. I find more every day that even though all my monkeys in the jungle get trapped in the jar of peanut butter, they sure taste good on toast with jelly. I didn't want to consume the souls of the monkeys, but I had been alone, lost in the wilderness for literally five minutes, and the mother ship was descending apon me and controlling my nipple butter. I had to do it... .and I lika that shit. I consumed the flesh from the live monkeys and made quite a messy mess as I ripped it away from it's pathetic frame and they screamed at the sight of there side cage dripping from my teeth. And the more they screamed the more I ate, filling my gut for my journey was far from over. I then repelled down the side of a cliff and descended into a cavern that had the stench of giraff semen. I knew I was close. I continued down the corridor and before me layed a labrynth with no end. I opened my backpack and removed my trusty steel wool mittens from their vaginal zipper case and tossed it immediatly into the firey casm and thenceforth arose an ewok tree house with steps leading to the shouting sloth monkeys, chivalric escapades elude the eurphoric parliamentary death defying turtle neck sweaters of Zimbabwe, and even worse, I have been romping through the wilderness for days, and forgot my pipe. So, I commence with shaving away the marrow from the skull of a spotted -zipper mole that I caught earlier in an area the natives called, "Nutmustard" and packed it's empty face with jasmine root and use it's eye sockets as a carb. I take in the savory aroma of marsupial, bone, and black swan figurines, and force fed the ashes through a filtration system diluted with my pee that I rubbed into a Syphlitack wound on my forehead caused by an unknown force. I must stop my writtings now, for it is getting dark and the cyber monkeys are closing in on me, and I must at once wallow in feces so they think I am insane. Strapping Young Lad - "Shitstorm" Strapping Young Lad - "Love"