Hello!
This Wednesday Octover 3. The Day of the Wednes. Wens. Wensday.
My name, as you know, is spelled like it sounds: C-H-R-L-S. Vowels, they are mythological. Like pneumonia. Like a unicorn horn.
The unicorn horn, it was actually a tusk of a narwhal. Narwhal. It means "corpse whale" in the great language called Norse.
Norse, what it is is a horse that lives in the north. Like north as in Kansas, as in Venezula, as in a rampart. A donut-paraguay. Parkay. The butter.
And so, with the greatest excitement bursting forth from my self, like a dragon busting a claw through a piece of romaine lettuce, you know it. You know it:
Jello pudding.
May 20, 2009
May 10, 2009
Dragon and Romaine.
There was a dragon. The dragon was a reddish color. A reddish-orangish-blue-color. The color of cool-aid mixed with jello.
There was a not dragon. The not dragon was not a reddish color. It was green. It was known among the locals as a piece of lettuce. Romaine, to be exact.
•••••
Dragon flares up his hide, the romaine, it whips out a can of whoop-ass, known among the bakers as a can of froth. The froth, it is sprayed upon the flared hide of the dragon. There is smoke. Smoke from the dragon's nostrils and smoke from where the froth froths upon the dragon's reddish-orangish-blue-colored hide. The dragon delivers a package to the piece of lettuce via Federal Express. The package is sent right that instant and is opened right that instant.
•••••
Inside, little crawlies you probably know by the name as jungle-ohs. The jungle-ohs, they are skilled in playing instruments from the Medieval period. The lute, the oboe. The jungle-ohs, they rear back on three of their nine hind feet, they blow into the lute and strum the oboe, and then there are fireworks.
•••••
Oh my oh my my oh my! says the romaine as it sees the fireworks being strummed forth from the jungle-ohs. How grandiose! How spectacular!
•••••
Dragon then smiles at the piece of romaine, laps at the green skin of the lettuce with a tongue that is of the color of the color of blueish-greenish-gray-lemur-mexicano. Romaine likes it and purrs. There is cuddling and drinking of papaya nectar. There is ceremony.
(this is all some random stuff written because there was nothing written on my blog for a while. You may like it, you may not. I like to eat oranges, when they are ripe.)
There was a not dragon. The not dragon was not a reddish color. It was green. It was known among the locals as a piece of lettuce. Romaine, to be exact.
•••••
Dragon flares up his hide, the romaine, it whips out a can of whoop-ass, known among the bakers as a can of froth. The froth, it is sprayed upon the flared hide of the dragon. There is smoke. Smoke from the dragon's nostrils and smoke from where the froth froths upon the dragon's reddish-orangish-blue-colored hide. The dragon delivers a package to the piece of lettuce via Federal Express. The package is sent right that instant and is opened right that instant.
•••••
Inside, little crawlies you probably know by the name as jungle-ohs. The jungle-ohs, they are skilled in playing instruments from the Medieval period. The lute, the oboe. The jungle-ohs, they rear back on three of their nine hind feet, they blow into the lute and strum the oboe, and then there are fireworks.
•••••
Oh my oh my my oh my! says the romaine as it sees the fireworks being strummed forth from the jungle-ohs. How grandiose! How spectacular!
•••••
Dragon then smiles at the piece of romaine, laps at the green skin of the lettuce with a tongue that is of the color of the color of blueish-greenish-gray-lemur-mexicano. Romaine likes it and purrs. There is cuddling and drinking of papaya nectar. There is ceremony.
(this is all some random stuff written because there was nothing written on my blog for a while. You may like it, you may not. I like to eat oranges, when they are ripe.)
May 05, 2009
Short Song
Anton and I made a short song today. I play a guitar riff like 77 times, and he plays a solo on the trumpet.
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