I'm a 7 foot tall mongolian with rabies. Only on the brightest of nights will you see my slime trail as I scury through feilds of plutonium. I live in the world of mine that lets the bunnies cry and the bears hug each other out of affection and not out of contest over a fish. The people all smile at me because they love me and I laugh at them because they are all really really short, and short people are funny. The trees are made of marshmellows and cars burn for eternity and gasoline is $.05 a gallon. Squirrels look both ways before crossing the streets and moose never EVER jump out at you and try to kill you. Those who are close to you are with you forever and those who treat you bad will suffer horrible agony 3 weeks later. Of course all of this only applies to you when you are accepted into my loving embrace...That's like 8 of you, so you better fucking enjoy the marshmellow trees or else, BAM, horrible agony in 3 weeks. You are all beautiful, you are all amazing, all of you are perfect specimen of the human race. Wether you're an artist with no job, you always find the good in things and will make a wonderful mother, you make faces out of macaroni, or you create music and always seem to have the answer to all of life's little problems. I love you and you will always be the pinnacle of amazing to me.
