| I present to you, transcribed for your disinterested skimming pleasure, pure insanity in it's purest pure form, all pure and stuff:
ONCE upon a time there was a rainbow flavored (and sometimes colored) bowl of sherbert searching for identity in a schizophrenic nation of gray flavored sherbert bowls... although he was proud to be one-of-kind, there was something missing. Suddenly, from out of a blackened midday sky fell a SPOON! This spoon, well this spoon wasn't a nice spoon at all a matter of a fact it looked something like this.
Although the spoon appeared harsh and shiny he was, in truth, lonely. Once, many minutes before this hour, spoon, sometimes referred to as Greg, stood teetering on the edge of the garbage disposal. There was simply nothing left to live for. He was not cut out for cereal, soup, and whip cream. There must be something more. But alas there was not. Preparing to fall, he was surprised to see, on the other side of this large dumpster, the lil' bowl of rainbow flavored (sometimes colored) sherburt ice cream... and before doing anything he remembered: oh wait! this isn't a dumpster, this is a garbage disposal! The kind that when you flip the switch shreds whatever you have in the sink into a million tiny pieces. Spoons and other silverware (not to be racist) usually break garbage disposals. But this disposal was different... with blades made of super duper hard diamond, nothing could stop it from turning Greg into diamond pwned stainless steel confetti... then the rainbow flavored (seldom colored) sherbet bowl turned to him and screamed an enthusiastic...
"I think I'll go home and mull this over
Before I cram it down my throat
At long last it's crashed, this colossal mass
Has broken up into bits in my moat."
At once the rainbow flavored (frequently colored) sherbet bowl, never to be pronouned, felt embarassed. Why had he uttered, nay, spat, such careless, such devastating colors at his dear friend Greg, whom he had never met yet always known? The spoon, despite such aggressive assault, fell deeply in love instantly. One might assume that both were male, but one would be very very wrong. rainbow flavoredd sherbert bowls (always colored) and spoons were aesexual in such tumulous times, leaving no-one the wiser.
Then the spoon, still teetering on the bowling pen of life and death slipped... like time through an hour glass...since sand falls soo slowly the bowl had time to save Greg the love of the bowl's life. "You saved me!" whispered Spgreg to the finally pronouned and abbreviated bowl. Not the whispering type, bowl, known as harvey to his lovers, shouted "hold these words, insignificant and flavorless as sand in your eyes and mind and do not lose grip for death: What is there besides sand in an hourglass?" Speechless, the spoon said everything. "you are in err, my darling. What appears to be air is what your damaged heart refuses to understand: time is the space between sand." Spoon shivered in fear and love, "I don't believe you..."
THEE IND!
green = boring
blue = cool
If there are any more questions, I implore you, please: Do not ask them. For within such inqueries, vanity reigns supreme.  |
