Short stories, mini-fables, whispers and notes of nuisance.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Greetings From Fly Eye
A fly moan is connected to a meat bone. A meat bone is connected to a dog home and Benji has been fighting that sad fly for that carnaged snack attached to the roof of his house all day.
That fly has been so depressed and I am worried. His 800 all seeing eyeballs are all red like they are about to cry. He wishes he could go back to the maggot years when life was easy and you just rolled around and lived in your decaying food 24/7. Old crying fly has to battle a pooch tongue in order to get a bite of marrow nowadays.
The earth is similar with its scientific fly eye located in Utah. The University of Utah controls the 64 mirrored eye balls that stare into the universe looking for remnants of the big bang. The only thing these university scientists are revealing is that the earth too misses the maggot years. The proof is in the condensation that builds up daily in the bottoms of the drums housing the mirrors. These are earth tears! Scientific gossip (data) has been relayed to me that this virgin unpolluted liquid has been used on many occasions as a mixer in a whiskey and water cocktail. This concotion is used to lubricate geek innards with life libations to drunken a well-educated mind, and for what really? These scientists are worse than a pooch tongue! Just be happy we exist. No need to waste millions trying to figure out why.
Mother earth is very sad. She is being forced to catch a glimpse of what caused the origin of her existence. I too would cry 55-gallon drum loads if someone forced my eyes open so I could watch my parents having explosive sex. My own personal parental big bang happening on a fold out couch.
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