It’s almost soon
I’m not making this up
here on this moon
where we all fall up
Rhyming up with up
just then was lazy
but it fit the facts
and this moon isn’t crazy
I have now woken up
and my memory’s hazy
I just did it again
do not sit on that daisy!
Beans for Dinner (Photo credit: texascooking)
Normorine had quite a few spleens
in a big box, next to various creams
He washed his pet fish (its name was Trish)
and boiled a pot of beans
Yumbleston Bleen had a terrible dream
in which Normorine had taken his spleen
When he awoke, he knew the dream misspoke
and boiled a pot of beans
Sleeper (Photo credit: 21limited)
When I awoke, I observed that my shoes were untied and were dusty with unrain. Unrain is not dust, but dust often accompanies it, as apparently had occurred while I slept. It must have been a very deep sleep for me not to have noticed the unrain and I cannot guess how long I was out. Long enough that I felt refreshed and ready to keep going.
I tied my shoes (I wonder how they got untied) and checked my supplies. There was nothing edible left for either me or my donkey, unless of course, I decided to eat Thrumplestance herself. I would not consider that option until it became absolutely necessary and decrouched it from my mind.
And so, we again began walking through the thick air. I followed the vague figure, who hopefully was still East of where I had started and standing still. Why he was standing still would be apparent soon.
Especially drugs that make you explode into copies of yourself. This video reminds me of a dream I had a while ago that I described here.
This may or may not mean something. I think it probably means that my sleeping brain should be a music video director.
I am reading a magazine.
There is a story in it about a huge fat man who I think is being interviewed (possibly about hugeness).
The huge man falls apart into a mountain of baby-sized chunks.
At around this point, I am there instead of reading about it.
The chunks are baby-sized because they are babies.
The babies are crawling away from the small woman who was buried under them.
I must have woken up then.
Interpretatation: I don’t know if I want to know, but you can comment if you have any ideas.
Video – A pile of baby Elephant Seals scramble over each other, complaining… 03 Feb 2012 Piedras Blancas (Photo credit: mikebaird)
I have returned from my journey in distant lands and since I’ve been back, I’ve identified the monster. With some assistance, I’ve also found how it enters my home every night.
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Was it a small goat? A raccoon? A beaver? Sadly, the truth is much more boring than I expected. It seems to be a mouse or possibly mice and the hole in my wall (which was hidden behind the heating vent) is now patched up with some kind of foam. I’m told it will soon be eaten through as well, but in two weeks, the Pest Controller will stop by with better foam. This kind can also be eaten, but is more poisonous. I do not like poisoning things, but this thing is keeping me awake at night and sleep deprivation can be deadly, so the poison foam will be used for self defense.
Lack begged and begged, but they would not listen, so he fell into a deep and unceasing sadness. Potatoes would exist for Lack only in dreams, so he dreamed as much as he could, waking only when forced.
One day, Lack’s mother sent him to the nearby peasant village of Umbleheim to get some meat. As fat and slow as Lack was, his parents were even fatter and slower. He hoped that maybe he would find a potato on this errand, so he agreed to go.
As he walked, he hummed his favorite song, the Lumbery Sea and Me, and the trip to the village flew by like like a flying thing that flies quickly. He had never been to the sea and didn’t know if it was lumbery or not, but he had always liked that song.
He spotted a delicious-looking peasant almost immediately and cast his peasant net. The little old man (which it was) did not struggle, but looked at Lack without fear and said,
“My nem is Otch and ye will release me now cussai hev a thing ye want!”
Lack was thrilled. “You have potatoes?”
“It’s be’er than potatoes! I’ve a magically pointy stick. En ye ken have it!”
“Why would I want a pointy stick?” he asked confusedly.
“Ye stick it in’der ground before ye sleep and it grows inta whatever ya like!”
“Jaggity wintersheep, that sounds great! Give it to me.”
And so, the net was emptied and packed away with the magically pointy stick while the old peasant named Otch skipped away, quietly chortling to himself.
You may form your own opinion on this, but if it does not agree with this post’s title, it is wrong. I saw this movie in a dream back when I played the first Pokémon game 14 years ago. I knew as soon as I woke up that it was a completely ridiculous idea, but this fake trailer proves that it was also the best.
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The Slowest of all Possible Elevators 