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Dont know why but the pine apple agreed it should not climb the tree at night when the snow leaves the raccon on that bit of wood sitting on top of the mountain near the polar bears home, when it knew it should not have eaten that fish until it caught another one. Which was up slightly in its diet, beacuse of the global warming cooling the current up the stream of mexico shutting down southern californa hot weather plunging it into an ice age, as the north pole melts out of existence, joining onto australia becoming teh atlantic. |
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'all of the moments that already passed/
try to go back and make them last.'
I think that was just two steps removed from what psychologists call "Word Salad." Are you ready for one step? |
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"Everyone wants to be the star of their own movie. No one wants to be a support cast..." - Leoj
"Everyone thinks that that point of "The Rtex Show" is that Rtex gets what he wants. When in reality "The Rtex Show" Is really the long sad tale of what happens to Rtex before he dies." - Leoj
"I keep trying to find the cookie cutter that is responisible for what's cooking in my head, but I digress." - Leoj
I have seen sensless banter, and this is NOT sensless banter. |
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Now permanently residing at [The] Danny Phantom Online [Community], under the name Mabaroshiwoou.
Adopted OvErEchO, ndpendentlyhappy
Raised ShiningShadow
These are brilliant. I must give it a try: |
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Dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask.
Wake up.
Last week I ate a cake and I... I liked it. |
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anyway who is Terry Pratchet? |
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Terry Pratchet is a British sci-fi novelist. He wrote The Disc World series... he invented a planet similar to Earth, but at the same time, completely different. Some of these "Word Salads" sound similar to something he might come up with, but obviously his would make more sense. However, since he invented this planet, Discworld, he can do whatever he wants with it, so if he wanted to write something like this, he could! |
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Dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask.
Wake up.
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Thank you Onieronaut |
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Dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask.
Wake up.
Hello my good morning salad, asking the goddess of the plankton mermaid, into the void we end our breakfast at birth. How does this close the door for the cook fish, Mr. Minow, sadist of the pond of reel sport at the hands of fungus jollies? No, this was not that was that, this is. Hello? Good morning, salad asking. The goddess of the plankton mermaids into the void we end. These are the colors of these, the colors these of are aurora rare roarer hair hot Hillary air heir. Fair dare, ride in the air of the mayor lair from the breakfasts of the morning field of fish we eat in the fields. The cook wields in the days of these mermaids of cheesy disease, he's in the field to cook under the heat, feeds for the grief of his death at breakfast he is born in the morning of dare to the minow layer. The pond is not there here in the death of the flair heat at the morning void fair fair fur fish burger slur. |
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How do you know you are not dreaming right now?
My favorite: |
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Dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask.
Wake up.
Pisces, thanks! I liked your writing too. I've gotten a kick out of everybody's stuff so far. |
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How do you know you are not dreaming right now?
Let's have another go; I'm bored. |
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The cats don't think about dancing underneath that church. |
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Many scholars would agree that, had it not been for active |
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God I love you guys. *sheads tear, Your just like me. artisticlly insane, yet logically consiouslly more alive with spiritual scars of your long distant past. |
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There was a bananna, it was yellow. According to a friend of a friend of a friend of mine, The bannana sat in the fridge of his cousins ex boyfirends mothers uncles sister in law's son. not only was it yellow but it was 18 cm long, and slightly curved. Such was the nature of this bannana that it did not have the ability to do much at all. It sat there all day. Apparantly doing little. Like a sitting duck, but it was a bannana. it was just waiting to get eaten. Even when henry decided he would eat it. It made no attempt to run away. If it wanted to get away ofcourse, it did not have the ability too. but we go futher and propose the bannana did not even know it existed. Not only did it not know it existed. but its consiousness was very limited indeed. |
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Actually, I would have to disagree, for the transmitter's malfunction would not cause such a display. It is the fault of the actor who so easily slept in his father's shoes. Also, cannot you see that your dominoes are rotten? You should nigh be proud of your alchoholism, for the intricate variables of eating corn are clearly too orange for that. |
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"Dreams are as portals. Flat visions of misty places. But I can write dreams!" - Myst Uru
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I ate a cake and I.....I liked it. <---- Always loved alexs sense of humour. |
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