I had a rather curious dream the other night. Willie Wonka form his chocolate factory went completely off the deep end and fled from the Oompa Loompa's. Of course they kept on singing and dancing on their quest to find him, but the element of hygiene began to take a frightening turn. Anyhow, they find him and, in their joy they offered him some rather troubling news. Willie Wonka had a son. To which Mr. Wonka produced a small stone from the ground below and lobbed it in the air which gently grazed the wing of a bird perched nearby. The bird in turn recognized this queue and alighted on his shoulder to confirm in his leaning ear, the truthfulness of the Oompa Loompa's finding. Having acquired this confirmation, the big W. went into a mad insufferable silence that lasted for many years. Meanwhile, in the furthest bowels of a very small abandoned coal miner's cave, a rotund boy is consumed by rage and swallows a flammable substance that causes his skin to expand exponentially, prior to exploding he lights a match in the hopes that the fire would supersede the skins threshold. All I can remember from there was the phenomenal pain in the eyes of that poor tortured soul. Very strange, what can it all mean?
xoxo,
me
xoxo,
me