So I reached into my pocket today and there was a sparkly earring in there.
Which is not mine.
Nor have I ever seen it before.
No, no one else has been wearing my pants.
I can't figure it out and it kind of gave me the wiggins just now. In a minute I'm going to go glue gold-leaf-crap to a little artist's model hand thing. Why? WHY?? BECAUSE THEN IT WILL BE A TERRIFYING ROBOT HAND TO DO MY BIDDING!! ARRRG GRRRR! STOMP! SQUISH!!
Don't ask why.
.....
A long time ago I was writing this little directionless story, wasn't I? Roit.
So all the relatives muttered amongst themselves regarding the nature of the creature that Mersha had seen, but none seemed to have anything concrete to add to the discussion. Since he couldn't think of anythign helpful to say about the girl-beast, one of her brothers suggested that Mersha start by getting herself a new pear tree. By this he meant that she should make her way to land and then suck it up about causing earthquakes and people's eyeballs to burst into flame. Mersha was hesitant to do this, but had to admit that it was probably the best option. Besides, when you've been causing tremors and flaming eyeballs your whole life, you're at least a little desensitized to it. Her family seemed most concerned about practical issues like the pear tree and the damaged tuna, but Mersha was burning to figure out the deal with this chickie-thing. She decided she would visit a wise sage of some sort while she was on land and ask him what he knew about it. So with strong Westerly current from one of her cousins to scoot her along, she headed for land.
Which is not mine.
Nor have I ever seen it before.
No, no one else has been wearing my pants.
I can't figure it out and it kind of gave me the wiggins just now. In a minute I'm going to go glue gold-leaf-crap to a little artist's model hand thing. Why? WHY?? BECAUSE THEN IT WILL BE A TERRIFYING ROBOT HAND TO DO MY BIDDING!! ARRRG GRRRR! STOMP! SQUISH!!
Don't ask why.
.....
A long time ago I was writing this little directionless story, wasn't I? Roit.
So all the relatives muttered amongst themselves regarding the nature of the creature that Mersha had seen, but none seemed to have anything concrete to add to the discussion. Since he couldn't think of anythign helpful to say about the girl-beast, one of her brothers suggested that Mersha start by getting herself a new pear tree. By this he meant that she should make her way to land and then suck it up about causing earthquakes and people's eyeballs to burst into flame. Mersha was hesitant to do this, but had to admit that it was probably the best option. Besides, when you've been causing tremors and flaming eyeballs your whole life, you're at least a little desensitized to it. Her family seemed most concerned about practical issues like the pear tree and the damaged tuna, but Mersha was burning to figure out the deal with this chickie-thing. She decided she would visit a wise sage of some sort while she was on land and ask him what he knew about it. So with strong Westerly current from one of her cousins to scoot her along, she headed for land.