Mid-West Mythos Part three - Revision history

Shockwell at 11:24, 30 May 2021

2021-05-30T11:24:24Z

← Older revision		Revision as of 11:24, 30 May 2021
Line 817:		Line 817:

	Wingless crows scratch the way across the city streets. It's a silent hour. These sounds are like symphonies. Secret servant meant disease. Crunchy homo nuggets 27th centuries. Boss on the horizon of And enforced Universal handstand at the hands of a tyrannical Mad God. God of Beaks and beakers. The chief of grief. He programs all your blisters. A cosmonaut caught in a sea of snot. The wandering porch. A plateful of satanic waffles.		Wingless crows scratch the way across the city streets. It's a silent hour. These sounds are like symphonies. Secret servant meant disease. Crunchy homo nuggets 27th centuries. Boss on the horizon of And enforced Universal handstand at the hands of a tyrannical Mad God. God of Beaks and beakers. The chief of grief. He programs all your blisters. A cosmonaut caught in a sea of snot. The wandering porch. A plateful of satanic waffles.
	&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&%#####################################################################################################################################################################################################################################################################################################################################************************************************!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
	Well, cut me in on your blasphemy scheme, I've ~~gotten~~ contribution in my jeans. Show me the salty mollusks of my. Sultry salted misty dreams. Skin waffle super truffle scheduled death of the great alarm and all the time ~~there~~ don't hire me. That's why I'm here with Super salty croutons in my menu of fish and nubile wishes Super Phone phobia. Go. Ultimate turkey shoot in the wind and the snow. Vibrations of my clitoris over the goal. Automatic insemination, one insemination under our nation with libertree 4 all.		Well, cut me in on your blasphemy scheme, I've got a contribution in my jeans. Show me the salty mollusks of my. Sultry salted misty dreams. Skin waffle super truffle scheduled death of the great alarm and all the time they don't hire me. That's why I'm here with Super salty croutons in my menu of fish and nubile wishes Super Phone phobia. Go. Ultimate turkey shoot in the wind and the snow. Vibrations of my clitoris over the goal. Automatic insemination, one insemination under our nation with libertree 4 all.

	== A Woman is driving==		== A Woman is driving==

	A woman is driving. Long road trip. She pulls into a small town. Nobody and no cars on the street. Pretty generic looking place. She pulls up to a building. And she gets out. Locking the door and ~~Armon~~ security alarm with a press of her car keys button. Cute woman about 28. Straight black hair. Small perky breasts. Skinny thing. The redneck inside the building gives her a map. Of the isolated cabin she is renting. She drives around while gets lost. She pulls into a dented and fading gas station. Rednecks in Maga hats eye her lustfully They make critiques of her breast and ass in both creepy and complimentary ways. . She asked directions. ~~, armed~~ with the Rednecks instructions. She waves her way to the thick trees. The trees grow tall and the limbs. ~~Block~~ the Sun by stretching across the road into each other. She's at her cabin. Rented for the summer. She begins sipping copious amounts of vodka while working on her novel. Hanging out on the deck in a skimpy black swimsuit. It's so quiet here, only frogs, birds, and jumping fish to break the silence. She is writing a short novel about a female space Explorer. On a solo mission, she lands on a planet of hunky men. They're only man here. Do ~~men~~ grow from their ejaculations? When they fuck donut holes. They bake Donuts. Only as sexual Outlets to be used eating them. Another batch made next they're horny, which is often. .. She changes the whole Culture by showing a Chosen Few. What a pussy can do. .		A woman is driving. Long road trip. She pulls into a small town. Nobody walking and no cars on the street. Pretty generic looking place. She pulls up to a building. And she gets out. Locking the door and arming the security alarm with a press of her car keys button. Cute woman about 28. Straight black hair. Small perky breasts. Skinny thing. The redneck inside the building gives her a map. Of the isolated cabin she is renting. She drives around while and gets lost. She pulls into a dented and fading gas station. Rednecks in Maga hats eye her lustfully They make critiques of her breast and ass in both creepy and complimentary ways. . She asked directions. Aarmed with the Rednecks instructions. She waves her way to the thick trees. The trees grow tall and the limbs. Blocking the Sun by stretching across the road into each other. She's at her cabin. Rented for the summer. She begins sipping copious amounts of vodka while working on her novel. Hanging out on the deck in a skimpy black swimsuit. It's so quiet here, only frogs, birds, and jumping fish to break the silence. She is writing a short novel about a female space Explorer. On a solo mission, she lands on a planet of hunky men. They're only man here. Do children grow from their ejaculations? When they fuck donut holes. They bake Donuts. Only as sexual Outlets to be used eating them. Another batch made next they're horny, which is often. .. She changes the whole Culture by showing a Chosen Few. What a pussy can do. .

	The end		The end

	[[Mid-west mythos part four]]		[[Mid-west mythos part four]]

Shockwell at 00:56, 30 May 2021

2021-05-30T00:56:42Z

← Older revision		Revision as of 00:56, 30 May 2021
Line 812:		Line 812:
	Wave hello to the already gone. Detox your dread locks. A bright menu of edible shoes. Popcorn porn. Priest arrested for fondling her cleft. The silky goddess with the nacho headdress Sultry and tangy, and her eyes flash like diamonds. When she walks the good things flow. Where she goes healthy crops grow. she gives blessing touches to some cows and now they're not allowed to be eaten now. She hands out Boob feather fans to left and right hands. Her beak can chant strange facts for a week. She wears a dress of spiced cobwebs. Smells like rain. She rolls golden Scrolls. And sends them out. Forest Glen middle Beats		Wave hello to the already gone. Detox your dread locks. A bright menu of edible shoes. Popcorn porn. Priest arrested for fondling her cleft. The silky goddess with the nacho headdress Sultry and tangy, and her eyes flash like diamonds. When she walks the good things flow. Where she goes healthy crops grow. she gives blessing touches to some cows and now they're not allowed to be eaten now. She hands out Boob feather fans to left and right hands. Her beak can chant strange facts for a week. She wears a dress of spiced cobwebs. Smells like rain. She rolls golden Scrolls. And sends them out. Forest Glen middle Beats

	The nacho Queen has got to be a sick little thing she has a beak. There's a Tree on this free League. We walk like ~~we're~~ cheeks ~~that~~ we got to respeak the Unspeakable tweak. There is nothing wrong with the week that can't be fixed with a jackhammer and a bench. Little miss Angel bunny Bonnet Shivers in the storm sleep and rain and snow and Back Again. She pulls my clever lever. That's why we're still together. And with these incense bones I can change the weather. Corn dolls pitched into the burning Heather. You should be grateful that I am so hateful. Because now we can build walls of colored chalk Let's Dance for 3 minutes.		The nacho Queen has got to be a sick little thing she has a beak. There's a Tree on this free League. We walk like wooden freaks hide our cheeks we got to respeak the Unspeakable tweak. There is nothing wrong with the week that can't be fixed with a jackhammer and a bench. Little miss Angel bunny Bonnet Shivers in the storm sleep and rain and snow and Back Again. She pulls my clever lever. That's why we're still together. And with these incense bones I can change the weather. Corn dolls pitched into the burning Heather. You should be grateful that I am so hateful. Because now we can build walls of colored chalk. Let's Dance for 3 minutes.

	Float a vast raft to shrug land. ~~Free This~~ marks the spot~~. Where~~ we were marked with chalk. Stop the clock. Oh, I want to get off. All praise the resonated Dental cape My phone follows me on little stubby legs. Cast a flaming Branch into that pit of mayonnaise. A well buttered Antichrist Rode along with the Archbishop of bad advice. The mighty breath of the pickle Saint's all lined up with a handful of prisms. Watch their hands stretchy fingers across our lands. . The billowing wizard Of rectal erections. I pulled out and came on her favorite Bonnet. Midwest death wreath decorated with elongated Stars and Crystal beaks. Surgical tools made of candy.		Float a vast raft to shrug land. Freedom marks the spot where we were marked with chalk. Stop the clock. Oh, I want to get off. All praise the resonated Dental cape My phone follows me on little stubby legs. Cast a flaming Branch into that pit of mayonnaise. A well buttered Antichrist Rode along with the Archbishop of bad advice. The mighty breath of the pickle Saint's all lined up with a handful of prisms. Watch their hands, stretchy fingers across our lands. The billowing wizard Of rectal erections. I pulled out and came on her favorite Bonnet. Midwest death wreath decorated with elongated Stars and Crystal beaks. Surgical tools made of candy.

	~~Toyota oil wrappers and Riley's~~ scratch the way across the city streets. It's a silent hour. These sounds are like symphonies. Secret servant meant disease. Crunchy homo nuggets 27th centuries. Boss ~~and~~ on the horizon of And enforced Universal handstand at the hands of a tyrannical Mad God. God of Beaks and beakers. The chief of grief. He programs all your blisters. A cosmonaut caught in a sea of snot~~. V veracity Roar of V under torched~~. The wandering porch. A plateful of satanic waffles.		Wingless crows scratch the way across the city streets. It's a silent hour. These sounds are like symphonies. Secret servant meant disease. Crunchy homo nuggets 27th centuries. Boss on the horizon of And enforced Universal handstand at the hands of a tyrannical Mad God. God of Beaks and beakers. The chief of grief. He programs all your blisters. A cosmonaut caught in a sea of snot. The wandering porch. A plateful of satanic waffles.
			&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&%#####################################################################################################################################################################################################################################################################################################################################************************************************!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
	Well, cut me in on your blasphemy scheme, I've gotten contribution in my jeans. Show me the salty mollusks of my. Sultry salted misty dreams. Skin waffle super truffle scheduled death of the great alarm and all the time there don't hire me. That's why I'm here with Super salty croutons in my menu of fish and nubile wishes Super Phone phobia. Go. Ultimate turkey shoot in the wind and the snow. Vibrations of my clitoris over the goal. Automatic insemination, one insemination under our nation.with libertree 4 all.		Well, cut me in on your blasphemy scheme, I've gotten contribution in my jeans. Show me the salty mollusks of my. Sultry salted misty dreams. Skin waffle super truffle scheduled death of the great alarm and all the time there don't hire me. That's why I'm here with Super salty croutons in my menu of fish and nubile wishes Super Phone phobia. Go. Ultimate turkey shoot in the wind and the snow. Vibrations of my clitoris over the goal. Automatic insemination, one insemination under our nation with libertree 4 all.

	== A Woman is driving==		== A Woman is driving==

Shockwell at 22:10, 29 May 2021

2021-05-29T22:10:09Z

← Older revision		Revision as of 22:10, 29 May 2021
Line 804:		Line 804:

	Those bread whiskey shippers. Blind to the polarized sunset, merchandised merkins March in unison. Along the cluster tongue. The April Queen in her nacho headdress. In the breeze the tree branches wave-like distorted arms. A soft rain comes. We drift in our bread boats. Chewing on the prowl. Unhand that churn button.		Those bread whiskey shippers. Blind to the polarized sunset, merchandised merkins March in unison. Along the cluster tongue. The April Queen in her nacho headdress. In the breeze the tree branches wave-like distorted arms. A soft rain comes. We drift in our bread boats. Chewing on the prowl. Unhand that churn button.
	%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%&*&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%

	She shakes her tits as she strides full of swollen Pride. Thinks better of herself than of the world outside. Born to be spoiled if your credit isn't high enough she recoils.		She shakes her tits as she strides full of swollen Pride. Thinks better of herself than of the world outside. Born to be spoiled if your credit isn't high enough she recoils.
Line 810:		Line 809:
	I have been watching her over the last few years. . Losing her freshness but hanging on To her arrogance. She thinks she can still twirl. In a world that will forget her dents.		I have been watching her over the last few years. . Losing her freshness but hanging on To her arrogance. She thinks she can still twirl. In a world that will forget her dents.

	Me ~~and while~~ I'm the lord of the flavored pillows. Watch them shine on the assembly line. The fever Vines of distant times. Inconvenience spontaneous orgasms feathered masks and silver flasks. Nude in the shampoo Que.		Me I'm the lord of the flavored pillows. Watch them shine on the assembly line. The fever Vines of distant times. Inconvenience spontaneous orgasms feathered masks and silver flasks. Nude in the shampoo Que.
	Wave hello to the already gone. Detox your dread locks. A bright menu of edible shoes. Popcorn porn. Priest arrested for fondling her cleft. The silky goddess with the nacho headdress Sultry and tangy, and her eyes flash like diamonds. When she walks the good things flow. Where she goes healthy crops grow. she gives blessing touches do some cows and they not allowed to be eaten now. She hands out Boob feather fans to left and right hands. Her beak can chant strange facts for a week. She wears a dress of ~~spice~~ cobwebs. Smells like rain. She rolls golden Scrolls. And sends them out. Forest Glen middle Beats		Wave hello to the already gone. Detox your dread locks. A bright menu of edible shoes. Popcorn porn. Priest arrested for fondling her cleft. The silky goddess with the nacho headdress Sultry and tangy, and her eyes flash like diamonds. When she walks the good things flow. Where she goes healthy crops grow. she gives blessing touches to some cows and now they're not allowed to be eaten now. She hands out Boob feather fans to left and right hands. Her beak can chant strange facts for a week. She wears a dress of spiced cobwebs. Smells like rain. She rolls golden Scrolls. And sends them out. Forest Glen middle Beats

	The nacho Queen has got to be a sick little thing she has a beak. There's a Tree on this free League. We walk like we're cheeks that we got to respeak the Unspeakable tweak. There is nothing wrong with the week that can't be fixed with a jackhammer and a bench. Little miss Angel bunny Bonnet Shivers in the storm sleep and rain and snow and Back Again. She pulls my clever lever. That's why we're still together. And with these incense bones I can change the weather. Corn dolls pitched into the burning Heather. You should be grateful that I am so hateful. Because now we can build walls of colored chalk Let's Dance for 3 minutes.		The nacho Queen has got to be a sick little thing she has a beak. There's a Tree on this free League. We walk like we're cheeks that we got to respeak the Unspeakable tweak. There is nothing wrong with the week that can't be fixed with a jackhammer and a bench. Little miss Angel bunny Bonnet Shivers in the storm sleep and rain and snow and Back Again. She pulls my clever lever. That's why we're still together. And with these incense bones I can change the weather. Corn dolls pitched into the burning Heather. You should be grateful that I am so hateful. Because now we can build walls of colored chalk Let's Dance for 3 minutes.

Shockwell at 18:33, 27 May 2021

2021-05-27T18:33:31Z

← Older revision		Revision as of 18:33, 27 May 2021
Line 790:		Line 790:

	The End		The End

	%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&


	== the newly ancient==		== the newly ancient==

	The tainted pumpkin Saints inebriated What's the point of ~~near~~ fainting ~~they~~ contemplate? Regrets it be spoken. ~~The Moon drips He miss.~~ A very strange ~~Suite~~ cheese. We gather together stick out our tongues and catch the flakes. Moaning in a Harmony. Strange tracks ~~event known~~ animals ~~adopt & Landscape~~ every morning Stay up late trying to catch a sight but no one ever has so far~~. It's rumored they are~~. I've got a heart like a bong. My bone marrow consists of sweet dreams and swiss cheese. I apply fresh lies to the pile. I smile like a stalker as I walk behind her. Let's defrost hour ambiguities. Cobweb pillows playing to everything. Severed hand jobs. Bright ~~plus wraps~~ around our ankles.		The tainted pumpkin Saints inebriated "What's the point of merely fainting" They contemplate? Regrets it be spoken. A very strange Sweet cheese. We gather together stick out our tongues and catch the flakes. Moaning in a Harmony. Strange tracks of unknown animals pock the landscape every morning Stay up late trying to catch a sight but no one ever has so far. I've got a heart like a bong. My bone marrow consists of sweet dreams and swiss cheese. I apply fresh lies to the pile. I smile like a stalker as I walk behind her. Let's defrost hour ambiguities. Cobweb pillows playing to everything. Severed hand jobs. Bright plugs wrap around our ankles. Knights of the sudden storm. Braided Cascades of senior citizen porn. The talcum covered after land, people afraid of their own hand. Boots made of leather moss and broken hearts. Feeling good chewing on wood flakes. You got to save me from the residue populists and their Mercury mentalities.
	~~Do you knock a ternal? Nacho Patrol~~. Knights of the sudden storm. Braided Cascades of senior citizen porn. The ~~telkom~~ covered after land, people afraid of their own hand. Boots made of leather moss and broken hearts. Feeling good chewing on wood flakes. You got to save me from the residue ~~populist~~ and their Mercury mentalities.
	~~Lord cocksucker, whom the spider's name is actually hetrosexal~~.

	A new and chewable lubricant hits the market. People dance when they see it in play. A holiday for the strays. A bridge coated in mayonnaise. We often chimed our clocks for Better Days. Oppressed by the ways. We are Hollow and so are our holidays. Overuse of new Pharmaceuticals bring strange new eyes		A new and chewable lubricant hits the market. People dance when they see it in play. A holiday for the strays. A bridge coated in mayonnaise. We often chimed our clocks for Better Days. Oppressed by the ways. We are Hollow and so are our holidays. Overuse of new Pharmaceuticals bring strange new eyes
	Your microwavable American scandal I'm a big fan. It heats up the land. Pieces of red meat cleaved about sometimes you shut up about that. Microwavable mammal faucets. You're like a shaman. It's like eating Ramen. That consists of your Merkin kiss and the night is getting Young. The hours are running backwards now. And you're the plow I'm the cow. Super float Battalion one. Nacho Barony suitcase in the sky super tubular boob jobs for Anubis. The host of all uncanny vegetables. The hook nose hooker with a book about liquor. The tiny little heart ~~yhat~~ you can't step on cuz you can't find it. The needs of the wanton fetus. The blood dead Rich coats. The dirty mayonnaise sky. 8 miles of tacos It's a menu for which you must apply. . The forlorn scorn of the mourners. The chicks throw bricks at us. Androgynous meat bonnet. Socialized Skype Isles. Crocodile tears in a ~~evape~~ dropper perfume satchel. Terrible Saints deliver salty Whispers. My tongue is a sponge. Repeat some of the time. Career in the alley on my way to the valley. My tongue is an ear. I'll lick you till you disappear. As well as your career. You're not wanted around here. A frothy everlife alligator wife. Who brings bright beaks to me in the evening. Who chortles at the pain of our leaders as we suck out their brains. Already ~~knew~~ skinhead neighbor, and his constant illegal firearm practices. Soft movie ~~souffle~~ Cant you tell her that's glamorous on any new bray. A barnacle bunker. The midnight summer. Intolerable hats on the heads of the unknown. So many new ~~colds mlso~~ I can't keep track. When in Dark Places I watch my back. .		Your microwavable American scandal, I'm a big fan. It heats up the land. Pieces of red meat cleaved about sometimes you shut up about that. Microwavable mammal faucets. You're like a shaman. It's like eating Ramen. That consists of your Merkin kiss and the night is getting Young. The hours are running backwards now. And you're the plow I'm the cow. Super float Battalion one. Nacho Barony suitcase in the sky super tubular boob jobs for Anubis. The host of all uncanny vegetables. The hook nose hooker with a book about liquor. The tiny little heart that you can't step on cuz you can't find it. The needs of the wanton fetus. The blood dead Rich coats. The dirty mayonnaise sky. 8 miles of tacos It's a menu for which you must apply. . The forlorn scorn of the mourners. The chicks throw bricks at us. Androgynous meat bonnet. Socialized Skype Isles. Crocodile tears in a vape dropper perfume satchel. Terrible Saints deliver salty Whispers. My tongue is a sponge. Repeat some of the time. Career in the alley on my way to the valley. My tongue is an ear. I'll lick you till you disappear. As well as your career. You're not wanted around here. A frothy everlife alligator wife. Who brings bright beaks to me in the evening. Who chortles at the pain of our leaders as we suck out their brains. Already I dislike my new skinhead neighbor, and his constant illegal firearm practices. Soft movie soufflé Cant you tell her that's glamorous on any new bray. A barnacle bunker. The midnight summer. Intolerable hats on the heads of the unknown. So many new cold miles I can't keep track. When in Dark Places I watch my back. .

	Here comes the lonely chortle Patrol. They are now Above the Law and they're out of control. Give absolute power to idiot rednecks and people hang from poles on the stretch next. Tomorrow's fossils clock my fruit. The more I learn, the more I bloat. . We could wire up Wonder worms taking notes. People hiding human heads in their overcoats. Lost Journey this unmitigated migration of spices & ~~Herb's~~. They set up a stand my curb. I really dig it and I hope it's what I deserve.		Here comes the lonely chortle Patrol. They are now Above the Law and they're out of control. Give absolute power to idiot rednecks and people hang from poles on the stretch next. Tomorrow's fossils clock my fruit. The more I learn, the more I bloat. . We could wire up Wonder worms taking notes. People hiding human heads in their overcoats. Lost Journey this unmitigated migration of spices & herbs. They set up a stand on my curb. I really dig it and I hope it's what I deserve.

	Chittering pillars, a breakfast of roasted caterpillars. And unprotected forest reduced to stumps. And what seems like more minutes? To be unhappy on Lookers. One Nation Under a soar store authority God. Lots of rules goads fools been down four. Sudden skanky Vermin puddle. Greasy storm on a midnight parapet. Golden urns drip water down silver ~~drips~~ TV maggoty ground. We found the ambulance chef. ~~Cure~~ Inside Out seahorse ~~greet~~ you at the pier.		Chittering pillars, a breakfast of roasted caterpillars. And unprotected forest reduced to stumps. And what seems like more minutes? To be unhappy on Lookers. One Nation Under a soar store authority God. Lots of rules goads fools been down four. Sudden skanky Vermin puddle. Greasy storm on a midnight parapet. Golden urns drip water down silver drapes TV maggoty ground. We found the ambulance chef. Inside Out seahorse greets you at the pier.

	Those bread whiskey shippers. Blind to the polarized sunset, merchandised merkins March in unison. Along the cluster tongue. The April Queen in her nacho headdress. In the breeze the tree branches wave-like distorted arms. A soft rain comes. We drift in our bread boats. Chewing on the prowl. Unhand that churn button.		Those bread whiskey shippers. Blind to the polarized sunset, merchandised merkins March in unison. Along the cluster tongue. The April Queen in her nacho headdress. In the breeze the tree branches wave-like distorted arms. A soft rain comes. We drift in our bread boats. Chewing on the prowl. Unhand that churn button.
			%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%&*&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%

	She shakes her tits as she strides full of swollen Pride. Thinks better of herself than of the world outside. Born to be spoiled if your credit isn't high enough she recoils.		She shakes her tits as she strides full of swollen Pride. Thinks better of herself than of the world outside. Born to be spoiled if your credit isn't high enough she recoils.

Shockwell at 19:49, 26 May 2021

2021-05-26T19:49:20Z

← Older revision		Revision as of 19:49, 26 May 2021
Line 786:		Line 786:

	A great victory for the bunnies! Only three dead and nine injured. The rabbits where driven off with nine dead and a unknown number injured. That should make them hesitate before trying it again any time soon and they didn't get away with much produce. Nor did the trample very many flowers. Pockular Bunny wrote a folk song about the battle on his two and a half string harp. It was popular for a few weeks before Brang Bunny wrote a folk song about turnips on his reed flute and ear mounted tambourines. Pung tried to write a song but he couldn't come up with anything usable. An amazing song came to Pung in a dream but he forgot it in his rush to get to work on time. It could have been one of the top 14 thousand songs ever written by a bunny if he could have remembered it. But another day was close enough to done and he lay in his cozy bed early. Nothing wrong with a couple extra hours of sleep. He out quickly and he fell into a dream.		A great victory for the bunnies! Only three dead and nine injured. The rabbits where driven off with nine dead and a unknown number injured. That should make them hesitate before trying it again any time soon and they didn't get away with much produce. Nor did the trample very many flowers. Pockular Bunny wrote a folk song about the battle on his two and a half string harp. It was popular for a few weeks before Brang Bunny wrote a folk song about turnips on his reed flute and ear mounted tambourines. Pung tried to write a song but he couldn't come up with anything usable. An amazing song came to Pung in a dream but he forgot it in his rush to get to work on time. It could have been one of the top 14 thousand songs ever written by a bunny if he could have remembered it. But another day was close enough to done and he lay in his cozy bed early. Nothing wrong with a couple extra hours of sleep. He out quickly and he fell into a dream.

			Pung is in a cow pulled wagon being driven by Frilic Bunny. Frilic is a lute crafter and a excellent blue berry grower. In the back seat was Scrieve Bunny, an annoying asshole on tagging along. He insulted Pung and Frilic the whole ride to the rally. Scrieve would roll down the window and like "Tight pussy feels just right!", and "Suck my cock you bitches!", to just about any Woman on the sidewalk. The friends had about enough of that prick. Frilic parked the wagon and they all got out to join the festive crowd. There was a sexy bunny Woman standing in the crowd that pulled in all their attention. They're cocks rising like mushrooms after it rains. Frilic strutted right up to her and began his less then smooth talk. The bunny friends took the chance to return to the wagon and drive back home. Away from that asshole Frilic.

			The End

			%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

Shockwell at 19:04, 26 May 2021

2021-05-26T19:04:06Z

← Older revision		Revision as of 19:04, 26 May 2021
Line 784:		Line 784:

	Pung nerves himself up and he goes outside into the curses and shrieks of battle. The rabbits had four massive Jack rabbit mercenaries with them and they where fucking up the field defenders. Pung aimed his crossbow at the nearest Jack rabbit and fired, but he missed. But the bolt tore the ear of a rabbit raider and made him emit a high shrill cry of pain and outrage. Lady rabbits where throwing tomatoes and okra into bags while their Men tossed torches into homes and fought to keep the defending bunnies back. A circle of rabbit archers rapid fired at the bunnies injuring several. Pung crouched behind the cover of a Tum Tum tree steadying his crossbow on a low branch. He took careful aim and squeezed the trigger, again he missed the Jack rabbit target, but the bolt stuck into the forehead of one of the rabbit Women, she fell dead dropping a stolen tomato dramatically. The other rabbit Women ran off in panic, many of them dropping the stolen produce as they fled. The raid was over and the rabbits fled in retreat, grabbing dropped bags of stolen food where they could and zig zagging in a desperate sprint.		Pung nerves himself up and he goes outside into the curses and shrieks of battle. The rabbits had four massive Jack rabbit mercenaries with them and they where fucking up the field defenders. Pung aimed his crossbow at the nearest Jack rabbit and fired, but he missed. But the bolt tore the ear of a rabbit raider and made him emit a high shrill cry of pain and outrage. Lady rabbits where throwing tomatoes and okra into bags while their Men tossed torches into homes and fought to keep the defending bunnies back. A circle of rabbit archers rapid fired at the bunnies injuring several. Pung crouched behind the cover of a Tum Tum tree steadying his crossbow on a low branch. He took careful aim and squeezed the trigger, again he missed the Jack rabbit target, but the bolt stuck into the forehead of one of the rabbit Women, she fell dead dropping a stolen tomato dramatically. The other rabbit Women ran off in panic, many of them dropping the stolen produce as they fled. The raid was over and the rabbits fled in retreat, grabbing dropped bags of stolen food where they could and zig zagging in a desperate sprint.

			A great victory for the bunnies! Only three dead and nine injured. The rabbits where driven off with nine dead and a unknown number injured. That should make them hesitate before trying it again any time soon and they didn't get away with much produce. Nor did the trample very many flowers. Pockular Bunny wrote a folk song about the battle on his two and a half string harp. It was popular for a few weeks before Brang Bunny wrote a folk song about turnips on his reed flute and ear mounted tambourines. Pung tried to write a song but he couldn't come up with anything usable. An amazing song came to Pung in a dream but he forgot it in his rush to get to work on time. It could have been one of the top 14 thousand songs ever written by a bunny if he could have remembered it. But another day was close enough to done and he lay in his cozy bed early. Nothing wrong with a couple extra hours of sleep. He out quickly and he fell into a dream.

Shockwell at 23:47, 19 May 2021

2021-05-19T23:47:18Z

← Older revision		Revision as of 23:47, 19 May 2021
Line 772:		Line 772:

	The two bunnies then broke into some onion beer. They sipped and chatted while playing an ancient game that used painted rocks as game pieces, and old driftwood with burnt in numbers as dice. Scroaty won. He had amazing luck with games, but very little luck with most other things. Pung's oldest stick dice had been in the family for 123 years. They shared a hand rolled damiana and skullcap cigarette. It was past time for Scroaty's long jog back home. He lived a few miles away and darkness was inking the sky. He had planned to leave earlier but the bunnies had gotten too absorbed in their fun time....		The two bunnies then broke into some onion beer. They sipped and chatted while playing an ancient game that used painted rocks as game pieces, and old driftwood with burnt in numbers as dice. Scroaty won. He had amazing luck with games, but very little luck with most other things. Pung's oldest stick dice had been in the family for 123 years. They shared a hand rolled damiana and skullcap cigarette. It was past time for Scroaty's long jog back home. He lived a few miles away and darkness was inking the sky. He had planned to leave earlier but the bunnies had gotten too absorbed in their fun time....
	^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^%$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$#E###########################################################################################################################################################################################################################################################################################

	~~Scoaty~~ began hopping homewards. He waved at a couple bunnies he knew as he made his way from the community with its houses made of layered sticks leaves and clay. Further down the road he stopped to exchange jokes with a inky black raven perched on a tree branch. Then it was into the gently rolling hills that surrounded the ~~communtiy~~. The hills where really ancient burial mounds where tall poles are decorated with rusted massive windchimes that sang in the breezes. Pung was halfway through the hills by the time it was full night. Chills ran through him when he heard coyotes howling all around him. He came ~~apon~~ a ring of turkey feathers from a recent kill.He went on his way a little faster now. Scroaty kept thinking that he heard stealthy foot steps, so he stopped and erected his ears. Yes, there are more then one things trying to sneak up on him. He looked behind him and saw a coyote dodging behind a tree, too late to escape observation. Scroaty broke into a frightened run and the coyotes howled tactics to ~~eachother~~. It sounded like there was dozens of them. Our ~~desparate~~ bunny found himself surrounded by coyotes, grinning blood thirsty grins laughing to ~~eachother~~ about a savory meal to be. Wild flashing eyes. ~~Scrotie~~ moved forwards, dodging left and right looking for an opening, the coyotes snickered and adjusted their closing Circle. . He was trapped. And it looked like he would not see another day. " Why ~~is a~~ big concern, don't Get your bowels. In an uproar, it might spoil your taste!", laughed the nearest coyote.		Scroaty began hopping homewards. He waved at a couple bunnies he knew as he made his way from the community with its houses made of layered sticks leaves and clay. Further down the road he stopped to exchange jokes with a inky black raven perched on a tree branch. Then it was into the gently rolling hills that surrounded the community. The hills where really ancient burial mounds where tall poles are decorated with rusted massive windchimes that sang in the breezes. Pung was halfway through the hills by the time it was full night. Chills ran through him when he heard coyotes howling all around him. He came upon a ring of turkey feathers from a recent kill. He went on his way a little faster now. Scroaty kept thinking that he heard stealthy foot steps, so he stopped and erected his ears. Yes, there are more then one things trying to sneak up on him. He looked behind him and saw a coyote dodging behind a tree, too late to escape observation. Scroaty broke into a frightened run and the coyotes howled tactics to each other. It sounded like there was dozens of them. Our desperate bunny found himself surrounded by coyotes, grinning blood thirsty grins laughing to each other about a savory meal to be. Wild flashing eyes. Scroaty moved forwards, dodging left and right looking for an opening, the coyotes snickered and adjusted their closing Circle. He was trapped. And it looked like he would not see another day. " Why this big concern, don't Get your bowels. In an uproar, it might spoil your taste!", laughed the nearest coyote.
	Scroaty Why was filled with adrenaline and Dread. The coyotes were closing in the circle getting tighter. , snarling, drooling. ~~Scroty~~ Made the last desperate play. Sprinting like a quarterback to try to break past the coyotes. The coyotes are not fucking around. They have a philosophy, life is meat. They are clever. Society rules Are he who brings down the meat gets the first Savory bite. Dagger ~~thing~~ gets the Take down. As the bunny rushes forwards he gets a good bite on the right leg He jerks his head back and forth and gets a half a mouthful of savory meat. ~~Scrotie~~ screams in agony a high shrill sound. The meat energizes dagger ~~thing~~ the coyote. Energy that pops and crackles up and down his spine. Pleasure. Scroaty		Scroaty Why was filled with adrenaline and Dread. The coyotes were closing in the circle getting tighter. , snarling, drooling. Scroaty Made the last desperate play. Sprinting like a quarterback to try to break past the coyotes. The coyotes are not fucking around. They have a philosophy, life is meat. They are clever. Society rules Are he who brings down the meat gets the first Savory bite. Dagger gets the Take down. As the bunny rushes forwards he gets a good bite on the right leg He jerks his head back and forth and gets a half a mouthful of savory meat. Scroaty screams in agony a high shrill sound. The meat energizes dagger the coyote. Energy that pops and crackles up and down his spine. Pleasure. Scroaty
	Screamed in Terror and agony Is the Predators moved in and began ripping off pieces of him to devour. In the morning all that remained. We're a few bones. And some Tufts of hair. These remains were never found. So the bunnies fate was never known. But many guest it properly.		Screamed in Terror and agony Is the Predators moved in and began ripping off pieces of him to devour. In the morning all that remained. We're a few bones. And some Tufts of hair. These remains were never found. So the bunnies fate was never known. But many guest it properly.

	Pung has a peaceful night's sleep. ~~In the~~ series of dreams about his ex girlfriend. Who is now living far away and a spooky underground commune. He wakes in the morning. Hungry for something fresh. He pads out to his garden. He pulls leaves. Off of his purple green shumis plant. The plant screams in high-pitched agony that only other plants can hear. Golden sap oozing out of the ravished wounds. So good, so crisp! PUNG Thinks with pleasure. . The plant continues to scream hours after Pung is gone.		Pung has a peaceful night's sleep. He had a series of dreams about his ex girlfriend. Who is now living far away and a spooky underground commune. He wakes in the morning. Hungry for something fresh. He pads out to his garden. He pulls leaves Off of his purple green shumis plant. The plant screams in high-pitched agony that only other plants can hear. Golden sap oozing out of the ravished wounds. So good, so crisp! PUNG Thinks with pleasure. The plant continues to scream hours after Pung is gone.

	Another shift at work. His ex-girlfriend, Panzalia Works there, too, as usual she ignores~~. Him~~, He ignores her too, and it pisses her off. He would not return to her under any circumstance And it pisses her off.She doesn't want him back, but she does want him to want her. So that she can reject him over and over again. But Pung is done. ~~pung~~ finished his shift and he went home tired. A shot glass of carrot whiskey and off to bed. For a 3 hour nap. Another dream of United bunnies and rabbits killing a coyote with garden tools. They sing a victory song~~. That~~ he has only heard in recurring ~~reoccuring~~ dreams. And that he now Knows by heart.		Another shift at work. His ex-girlfriend, Panzalia Works there, too, as usual she ignores mim, He ignores her too, and it pisses her off. He would not return to her under any circumstance And it pisses her off. She doesn't want him back, but she does want him to want her. So that she can reject him over and over again. But Pung is done. Pung finished his shift and he went home tired. A shot glass of carrot whiskey and off to bed. For a 3 hour nap. Another dream of United bunnies and rabbits killing a coyote with garden tools. They sing a victory song that he has only heard in recurring dreams. And that he now Knows by heart.

			Pung wakes up, he goes outside and piss feeds the ancient sidewalk moss. He tends to his lovely garden. While bending over to pluck a weed he hears an arrow whizz by his head to lodge into a tree with a woody vibration. Before the arrow is done quivering Pung has run inside! Fucking rabbit raid! Part of the endless skirmishes between the bunnies and rabbits older than history. He pulls the rope that bang a warning bell clang loudly let the others know about the danger. Other bells starting ringing all around. He throws on his leather armor made of assorted road kill and he grabs his crossbow and his long thin sword. The rabbits are after they're gardens!

			Pung nerves himself up and he goes outside into the curses and shrieks of battle. The rabbits had four massive Jack rabbit mercenaries with them and they where fucking up the field defenders. Pung aimed his crossbow at the nearest Jack rabbit and fired, but he missed. But the bolt tore the ear of a rabbit raider and made him emit a high shrill cry of pain and outrage. Lady rabbits where throwing tomatoes and okra into bags while their Men tossed torches into homes and fought to keep the defending bunnies back. A circle of rabbit archers rapid fired at the bunnies injuring several. Pung crouched behind the cover of a Tum Tum tree steadying his crossbow on a low branch. He took careful aim and squeezed the trigger, again he missed the Jack rabbit target, but the bolt stuck into the forehead of one of the rabbit Women, she fell dead dropping a stolen tomato dramatically. The other rabbit Women ran off in panic, many of them dropping the stolen produce as they fled. The raid was over and the rabbits fled in retreat, grabbing dropped bags of stolen food where they could and zig zagging in a desperate sprint.

Shockwell at 16:51, 18 May 2021

2021-05-18T16:51:10Z

← Older revision		Revision as of 16:51, 18 May 2021
Line 764:		Line 764:
	Off to work. Pung files paperwork for the community. He basically puts the papers in clay cabinets where they are never seen, never consulted again.		Off to work. Pung files paperwork for the community. He basically puts the papers in clay cabinets where they are never seen, never consulted again.
	The filing office is the biggest building around here, it is expanded every three to five years to hold more forgotten papers.		The filing office is the biggest building around here, it is expanded every three to five years to hold more forgotten papers.
	################################################################################################^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^&((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@

	After his five hour work day Pung and some co-workers gather at the lucky Human's foot club for a few drinks of ~~alchaholic necter~~. He meets a pretty bunny there. But after talking a little while she realizes ~~his~~ is a nice bunny. She leaves the place with a skinhead. A nasty looking bunny he is. Strong and stout, built like a pit bull. All shaved bald and pink white. But Pung expected something like that would happen when he saw her "He beats me it must be love", shirt. Oh well within two or three ~~eyars~~ will have had the pretty beaten out of her. She may crawl back to him but Pung ~~don~~'t date scar tissue. Too many ~~necters~~ later and Pung swivels home to pass out in his bed. It is big enough to sleep four. But he ~~almoist~~ always sleeps alone.		After his five hour work day Pung and some co-workers gather at the lucky Human's foot club for a few drinks of alcoholic nectar. He meets a pretty bunny there. But after talking a little while she realizes he is a nice bunny. She leaves the place with a skinhead. A nasty looking bunny the skinhead is. Strong and stout, built like a pit bull. All shaved bald and pink white. But Pung expected something like that would happen when he saw her "He beats me it must be love", shirt. Oh well within two or three years will have had the pretty beaten out of her. She may crawl back to him but Pung doesn't date scar tissue. Too many nectars later and Pung swivels home to pass out in his bed. It is big enough to sleep four. But he almost always sleeps alone.

	The day is off to a frothy start. Our laying protagonist is layering all sorts of ~~plants~~ and ~~frostring~~ the layers with the tangy sap of the tum tum tree. In less then three minutes it is ready to eat. He enjoys this crisp meal with his favorite tea. He is in his back yard where some colorful flowers are planted to attract bread and ~~butterflys~~. They are fluttering all about sampling the savory ~~necters~~. The light meal is now devoured, slow and with great joy. Bunnies eat light, but often, an average of 11 meals a day.		The day is off to a frothy start. Our laying protagonist is layering all sorts of plant morsels and frosting the layers with the tangy sap of the tum tum tree. In less then three minutes it is ready to eat. He enjoys this crisp meal with his favorite tea. He is in his back yard where some colorful flowers are planted to attract bread and butterfly's. They are fluttering all about sampling the savory nectars. The light meal is now devoured, slow and with great joy. Bunnies eat light, but often, an average of 11 meals a day.

	Then there came a loud knocking on his door. Bunnies knock with their feet. Pung ~~slide~~ his penis back into his pants, for he had been making an entry in his masturbation diary. He opened his door and there was ~~Scoaty~~ bunny! they exchanged a brief hug. ~~Scoaty~~ brought some wild strawberries that he had found on his way over here. "These where growing in the hills!", ~~Scoaty~~ told him. The hills are actually ancient buffalo burial mounds, but the bunny folk don't know that. The hills had everything from sand plums, to sweet heartberries, even these small but rich tasting wild strawberries. They consumed this find along with some fresh green onions from Pung's garden. They had a pleasant talk about mutual friends and recent news. Mallow bunny found an ancient can opener while digging potatoes. No one he has shown it to has any idea about how old it is. A sink hole opened up just past the over pass. A huge hole and deep. The pretty yellow and green birds known as budderbeaks have not returned from their winter migration. Not a single one has been spotted. They have the most beautiful and complex bird songs in the area, even featuring solos.		Then there came a loud knocking on his door. Bunnies knock with their feet. Pung slid his penis back into his pants, for he had been making an entry in his masturbation diary. He opened his door and there was Scroaty bunny! they exchanged a brief hug. Scroaty brought some wild strawberries that he had found on his way over here. "These where growing in the hills!", Scroaty told him. The hills are actually ancient buffalo burial mounds, but the bunny folk don't know that. The hills had everything from sand plums, to sweet heartberries, even these small but rich tasting wild strawberries. They consumed this find along with some fresh green onions from Pung's garden. They had a pleasant talk about mutual friends and recent news. Mallow bunny found an ancient can opener while digging potatoes. No one he has shown it to has any idea about how old it is. A sink hole opened up just past the over pass. A huge hole and deep. The pretty yellow and green birds known as budderbeaks have not returned from their winter migration. Not a single one has been spotted. They have the most beautiful and complex bird songs in the area, even featuring solos.

	The two bunnies then broke into some onion beer. They sipped and chatted while playing an ancient game that used painted rocks as game pieces, and old ~~drfitwood~~ with burnt in numbers as dice. ~~Scoraty~~ won. He had amazing luck with games, but very little luck with most other things. Pung's oldest stick dice had been in the family for 123 years. They shared a hand rolled ~~damania~~ and skullcap cigarette. It was past time for Scroaty's long jog back home. He lived a few miles away and darkness was inking the sky. He had planned to leave earlier but the bunnies had gotten too absorbed in their fun time....		The two bunnies then broke into some onion beer. They sipped and chatted while playing an ancient game that used painted rocks as game pieces, and old driftwood with burnt in numbers as dice. Scroaty won. He had amazing luck with games, but very little luck with most other things. Pung's oldest stick dice had been in the family for 123 years. They shared a hand rolled damiana and skullcap cigarette. It was past time for Scroaty's long jog back home. He lived a few miles away and darkness was inking the sky. He had planned to leave earlier but the bunnies had gotten too absorbed in their fun time....
			^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^%$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$#E###########################################################################################################################################################################################################################################################################################

	Scoaty began hopping homewards. He waved at a couple bunnies he knew as he made his way from the community with its houses made of layered sticks leaves and clay. Further down the road he stopped to exchange jokes with a inky black raven perched on a tree branch. Then it was into the gently rolling hills that surrounded the communtiy. The hills where really ancient burial mounds where tall poles are decorated with rusted massive windchimes that sang in the breezes. Pung was halfway through the hills by the time it was full night. Chills ran through him when he heard coyotes howling all around him. He came apon a ring of turkey feathers from a recent kill.He went on his way a little faster now. Scroaty kept thinking that he heard stealthy foot steps, so he stopped and erected his ears. Yes, there are more then one things trying to sneak up on him. He looked behind him and saw a coyote dodging behind a tree, too late to escape observation. Scroaty broke into a frightened run and the coyotes howled tactics to eachother. It sounded like there was dozens of them. Our desparate bunny found himself surrounded by coyotes, grinning blood thirsty grins laughing to eachother about a savory meal to be. Wild flashing eyes. Scrotie moved forwards, dodging left and right looking for an opening, the coyotes snickered and adjusted their closing Circle. . He was trapped. And it looked like he would not see another day. " Why is a big concern, don't Get your bowels. In an uproar, it might spoil your taste!", laughed the nearest coyote.		Scoaty began hopping homewards. He waved at a couple bunnies he knew as he made his way from the community with its houses made of layered sticks leaves and clay. Further down the road he stopped to exchange jokes with a inky black raven perched on a tree branch. Then it was into the gently rolling hills that surrounded the communtiy. The hills where really ancient burial mounds where tall poles are decorated with rusted massive windchimes that sang in the breezes. Pung was halfway through the hills by the time it was full night. Chills ran through him when he heard coyotes howling all around him. He came apon a ring of turkey feathers from a recent kill.He went on his way a little faster now. Scroaty kept thinking that he heard stealthy foot steps, so he stopped and erected his ears. Yes, there are more then one things trying to sneak up on him. He looked behind him and saw a coyote dodging behind a tree, too late to escape observation. Scroaty broke into a frightened run and the coyotes howled tactics to eachother. It sounded like there was dozens of them. Our desparate bunny found himself surrounded by coyotes, grinning blood thirsty grins laughing to eachother about a savory meal to be. Wild flashing eyes. Scrotie moved forwards, dodging left and right looking for an opening, the coyotes snickered and adjusted their closing Circle. . He was trapped. And it looked like he would not see another day. " Why is a big concern, don't Get your bowels. In an uproar, it might spoil your taste!", laughed the nearest coyote.

Shockwell at 22:20, 10 May 2021

2021-05-10T22:20:16Z

← Older revision		Revision as of 22:20, 10 May 2021
Line 735:		Line 735:

	Cluster funk in the basement by dusk. Dirty midget rumble in the back alley, cleaver Man doing a severed handstand-Hateful platefuls of venomous stew-Wicker casket with a scented lid-Armed alarm clock, the future of a fanged slang talk-Rides across the boiling river, creamy edible pill bottle whiskey nude and full throttle into the discount fountain of clotted clocks all shoutin "I got a backwards lie, put it on your belly I've got a extra pair of eyes, but I left them in my other pair of pants".-		Cluster funk in the basement by dusk. Dirty midget rumble in the back alley, cleaver Man doing a severed handstand-Hateful platefuls of venomous stew-Wicker casket with a scented lid-Armed alarm clock, the future of a fanged slang talk-Rides across the boiling river, creamy edible pill bottle whiskey nude and full throttle into the discount fountain of clotted clocks all shoutin "I got a backwards lie, put it on your belly I've got a extra pair of eyes, but I left them in my other pair of pants".-
	@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@

	~~I've got at least a couple knees, groin strike to my enemies-Going to easter land with a couple french fries-A river crusted with drowned moths~~

			I've got at least a couple knees, groin strike to my enemies-Going to Easter land with a couple French fries-A river crusted with drowned moths

	Darkside strip frowning leaves heave beard focus frost kiss-Moss kick stitched up my dick a fun of bricks shake to the meatplow taco walk-Silver soylent mister spock spoke choked on wizard smoke, drawers full of vomit and hope		Darkside strip frowning leaves heave beard focus frost kiss-Moss kick stitched up my dick a fun of bricks shake to the meatplow taco walk-Silver soylent mister spock spoke choked on wizard smoke, drawers full of vomit and hope
Line 749:		Line 747:

	Veggie fire!		Veggie fire!
	Crimson Caravan Pizza Man rooms a burnt and scorched land. Oatmeal Palace Canyon plan no Liars past these Gates without a basket full of hate. . Carousel wreck murky Oblivion hat and we get mad at midgets. With bright merkins. Cooking sea monkeys in the skillet. Crisp crumbs brown with sugar crystals and mystical worm farms in the distant now. Clocks in bondage a blank book becomes the year's best seller. . Celery for an itchy King, I stand naked. In my bacon cape. You look out the window then draw the drapes. You never find another freak like me in any landscape. Whatever floats your boat. Till it bloats.		Crimson Caravan Pizza Man rooms a burnt and scorched land. Oatmeal Palace Canyon plan no Liars past these Gates without a basket full of hate. . Carousel wreck murky Oblivion hat and we get mad at midgets. With bright merkins. Cooking sea monkeys in the skillet. Crisp crumbs brown with sugar crystals and mystical worm farms in the distant now. Clocks in bondage a blank book becomes the year's best seller. Celery for an itchy King, I stand naked. In my bacon cape. You look out the window then draw the drapes. You never find another freak like me in any landscape. Whatever floats your boat. Till it bloats.
	We get the bitter roots. Cuddled up and convolute the Twisted chains of Liberty, on our knees dreadlocks cast into the sea. Sarcasm sarcophagus twist M. Bus for strides in a barbed wire us All Is Lost we found our paler Underground, hip deposit medical cow trip.		We get the bitter roots. Cuddled up and convolute the Twisted chains of Liberty, on our knees dreadlocks cast into the sea. Sarcasm sarcophagus twist M. Bus for strides in a barbed wire us All Is Lost we found our paler Underground, hip deposit medical cow trip.
	Medieval Town flip clown stripper with ice hardened nips abandon ship flip the script, hostile naps in the land of synthetic dental floss.		Medieval Town flip clown stripper with ice hardened nips abandon ship flip the script, hostile naps in the land of synthetic dental floss.
Line 755:		Line 753:
	== Drift==		== Drift==

	I drifted for two days on a raft that I constructed out of debris and trash from local ditches. An aimless float while chugging booze and snacking on beef ~~jerkey~~. Strange reptiles would break the surface of the water to snap up low flying dragonflies. I had never seen such creatures before. Something like frogs with ~~aligator~~ jaws. I had left my phone at home so I didn't get any pictures.		I drifted for two days on a raft that I constructed out of debris and trash from local ditches. An aimless float while chugging booze and snacking on beef jerky. Strange reptiles would break the surface of the water to snap up low flying dragonflies. I had never seen such creatures before. Something like frogs with alligator jaws. I had left my phone at home so I didn't get any pictures.

	== Where the bunnies live==		== Where the bunnies live==

	Pung Bunny woke up softly and slowly in his massive bed. ~~His~~ was wrapped in blankets hand sewn by his grandmothers, his great grandmothers and his great great grandmothers who died before he was born. ~~Legacys~~ of love from old Women who had long ago been eaten by coyotes. Pung was a fluffy white bunny, ~~pudgey~~ and lazy. He scratched between his long ears and tried to recall the dream he was having before he woke up. There is great wisdom and advice and warnings in dreams. After a bit he drifted back into a euphoric ~~past~~ sleep nap. He got up and did a cute series of yawns and stretches. He went outside to pee on the bright green moss that covers the ancient sidewalk that forms the foot roads of the bunny community. This cracked sidewalk was the only remaining sign of whoever had lived here before the bunnies came in desperate ~~exadus~~ from a past war. Nary a brick a wall a well exists from those who came before. The moss on the sidewalk was pretty and fed exclusively by rain and the morning pisses of the bunnies. The ones before seemed larger then the bunnies who live here now, based on the size of this sidewalk.Only speculation is there as to what the former people here where like. Some say it was a small city of ~~kangurus~~ who meditated in soft grasses. Grasses altered by hundreds of years of natural selection. Some say it was a coyote town and that you can still hear ~~thier~~ ghosts ~~howls~~ in gusts of angry wind. Still others say the sidewalk is a relic of a far future time. Pung ~~like the~~ last theory best. Se also likes a hot cup of dandelion and spearmint tea grown in his garden when he gets up, He lays down thinking about tea, but this time he does not ~~drft~~ back to sleep.		Pung Bunny woke up softly and slowly in his massive bed. He was wrapped in blankets hand sewn by his grandmothers, his great grandmothers, and his great great grandmothers who died before he was born. Legacy's of love from old Women who had long ago been eaten by coyotes. Pung was a fluffy white bunny, pudgy and lazy. He scratched between his long ears and tried to recall the dream he was having before he woke up. There is great wisdom and advice and warnings in dreams. After a bit he drifted back into a euphoric sleep nap. He got up and did a cute series of yawns and stretches. He went outside to pee on the bright green moss that covers the ancient sidewalk that forms the foot roads of the bunny community. This cracked sidewalk was the only remaining sign of whoever had lived here before the bunnies came in desperate exodus from a past war. Nary a brick, a wall, a well exists from those who came before. The moss on the sidewalk was pretty and fed exclusively by rain and the morning pisses of the bunnies. The ones before seemed larger then the bunnies who live here now, based on the size of this sidewalk. Only speculation is there as to what the former people here where like. Some say it was a small city of kangaroos who meditated in soft grasses. Grasses altered by hundreds of years of natural selection. Some say it was a coyote town and that you can still hear their ghosts howl in gusts of angry wind. Still others say the sidewalk is a relic of a far future time. Pung likes that last theory best. He also likes a hot cup of dandelion and spearmint tea grown in his garden when he gets up, He lays down thinking about tea, but this time he does not drift back to sleep.

	Pung would never admit to it but was part cat. He great grandbunny, had a lover who was full blooded Manx cat.		Pung would never admit to it but he was part cat. His great grandbunny, had a lover who was full blooded Manx cat.
	Tomcat Jones. Jones was a folk anti-hero in his time but he is now mostly forgotten. He ~~empregnated~~ endless animals. Rabbits, bunnies, hares geese, rats, and even a bald eagle. Jones died in a rough bar when an angry beaver shot him down for flirting with his woman.		Tomcat Jones. Jones was a folk anti-hero in his time but he is now mostly forgotten. He Impregnated endless animals. Rabbits, bunnies, hares geese, rats, and even a bald eagle. Jones died in a rough bar when an angry beaver shot him down for flirting with his woman.

	Off to work ~~where~~ Pung files paperwork for the community. He basically puts the papers in clay cabinets where they are never seen, never consulted again.		Off to work. Pung files paperwork for the community. He basically puts the papers in clay cabinets where they are never seen, never consulted again.
	The ~~filling~~ office is the biggest building around here, it is expanded every three to five years to hold more forgotten papers.		The filing office is the biggest building around here, it is expanded every three to five years to hold more forgotten papers.
			################################################################################################^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^&((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@

	After his five hour work day Pung and some co-workers gather at the lucky Human's foot club for a few drinks of alchaholic necter. He meets a pretty bunny there. But after talking a little while she realizes his is a nice bunny. She leaves the place with a skinhead. A nasty looking bunny he is. Strong and stout, built like a pit bull. All shaved bald and pink white. But Pung expected something like that would happen when he saw her "He beats me it must be love", shirt. Oh well within two or three eyars will have had the pretty beaten out of her. She may crawl back to him but Pung don't date scar tissue. Too many necters later and Pung swivels home to pass out in his bed. It is big enough to sleep four. But he almoist always sleeps alone.		After his five hour work day Pung and some co-workers gather at the lucky Human's foot club for a few drinks of alchaholic necter. He meets a pretty bunny there. But after talking a little while she realizes his is a nice bunny. She leaves the place with a skinhead. A nasty looking bunny he is. Strong and stout, built like a pit bull. All shaved bald and pink white. But Pung expected something like that would happen when he saw her "He beats me it must be love", shirt. Oh well within two or three eyars will have had the pretty beaten out of her. She may crawl back to him but Pung don't date scar tissue. Too many necters later and Pung swivels home to pass out in his bed. It is big enough to sleep four. But he almoist always sleeps alone.

Shockwell at 23:50, 9 May 2021

2021-05-09T23:50:52Z

← Older revision		Revision as of 23:50, 9 May 2021
Line 703:		Line 703:

	It tastes like burnt plastic with a whiff of of bacon and chalk. Its hard to burn into smoke, I really have to work to get a small puff. I spent two minutes waving the lighter over the black substance and inhaling to get two small hits. The lingering after taste is nasty. I swished water in my mouth and opened the front door to spit it out onto the withered lawn. Of course a police car happened to be going by right then. He slowed, gave me a hard stare, then sped back up and moved on. I don't feel anything yet after a few minutes except light headed from puffing so hard. I decide to lay in my bed for twenty minutes to gauge if I'm feeling anything. I don't even know it it is a drug. After waiting twenty minutes the only effect was nervous tension. So I began hitting the pipe again. I learned better how to hit it now and I got a big coughing, choking hit. I coughed hard and drooled for a couple minutes. It felt like my lungs where full of hot Elmer's glue. I lay back in bed again to wait another twenty minutes to see if anything happens. Soon as I was prone on my back a vibration feeling started in my lungs and expanded out. A odd strobe light like visual effect kicked in as I stared up at a H R Giger poster my Uncle had taped to the ceiling. I was coming up really fast. I felt like a stuffed toy filled with itchy electrical fuzz. I became worried that these hard fast hitting effects was from the small puffs I had taken earlier. If so the massive cloud I exhaled is going to really fuck me up. Strange feelings I cannot properly describe, flash floods of emotional bursts. Mad laughter morphing into tears. Fear. Images of plants with sharp teeth, walking on white roots. A total love for all living things smoothed my muscles as slack as they can be. The feeling was like laying in a bed of soft warm butter. A warm spreading slack, euphoria like the air was massaging me. I lay in a field of energized peace for about an hour. All muscles loose, all cells widened in a wonderful relaxation. The muscles tightened and I began to shake the visions began. Normal colors became hues that you can only see on certain substances, for there is no colors like them in the physical world. Bursts of flashing color patterns. A heavy feeling that the world will rip apart any moment. I realized I have about 23 hard trips worth in that baggie. I wish I knew what drug that is.		It tastes like burnt plastic with a whiff of of bacon and chalk. Its hard to burn into smoke, I really have to work to get a small puff. I spent two minutes waving the lighter over the black substance and inhaling to get two small hits. The lingering after taste is nasty. I swished water in my mouth and opened the front door to spit it out onto the withered lawn. Of course a police car happened to be going by right then. He slowed, gave me a hard stare, then sped back up and moved on. I don't feel anything yet after a few minutes except light headed from puffing so hard. I decide to lay in my bed for twenty minutes to gauge if I'm feeling anything. I don't even know it it is a drug. After waiting twenty minutes the only effect was nervous tension. So I began hitting the pipe again. I learned better how to hit it now and I got a big coughing, choking hit. I coughed hard and drooled for a couple minutes. It felt like my lungs where full of hot Elmer's glue. I lay back in bed again to wait another twenty minutes to see if anything happens. Soon as I was prone on my back a vibration feeling started in my lungs and expanded out. A odd strobe light like visual effect kicked in as I stared up at a H R Giger poster my Uncle had taped to the ceiling. I was coming up really fast. I felt like a stuffed toy filled with itchy electrical fuzz. I became worried that these hard fast hitting effects was from the small puffs I had taken earlier. If so the massive cloud I exhaled is going to really fuck me up. Strange feelings I cannot properly describe, flash floods of emotional bursts. Mad laughter morphing into tears. Fear. Images of plants with sharp teeth, walking on white roots. A total love for all living things smoothed my muscles as slack as they can be. The feeling was like laying in a bed of soft warm butter. A warm spreading slack, euphoria like the air was massaging me. I lay in a field of energized peace for about an hour. All muscles loose, all cells widened in a wonderful relaxation. The muscles tightened and I began to shake the visions began. Normal colors became hues that you can only see on certain substances, for there is no colors like them in the physical world. Bursts of flashing color patterns. A heavy feeling that the world will rip apart any moment. I realized I have about 23 hard trips worth in that baggie. I wish I knew what drug that is.
	$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^*******************************************************************((((((((((((((((((((((#########################################################################################################################################################################################################################
	Dec 28		Dec 28

	I came to at 10 P M tonight. 16 hours lost. I woke up naked in bed, with no blankets. The blankets are still missing and I searched the house and grounds. I had a long bloody cut from nipple to belly button. Not deep enough to need stiches but painful. Dried blood on the mattress. The clothes I had been wearing are also still missing.		I came to at 10 P M tonight. 16 hours lost. I woke up naked in bed, with no blankets. The blankets are still missing and I searched the house and grounds. I had a long bloody cut from nipple to belly button. Not deep enough to need stiches but painful. Dried blood on the mattress. The clothes I had been wearing are also still missing.

			Dec 29

	~~Dec 29~~		After making the 28th entry, I slept the rest of Thursday away. So exhausted. Woke up 11:30 AM after a series of bizarre and distorted dreams. I can feel the weight of a world that hates me pressing against my spinal cord. I can feel the deflective energy of the world pushing up, trying to repel me into space.

	After making the 28th entry, I slept the rest of Thursday away. So exhausted. Woke up 11:30 AM after a series of bizzare and distorted dreams. I can feel the weight of a world that hates me pressing against my spinal cord. I can feel the deflective energy of the world pushing up, trying to repell me into space.

			Dec 30

	~~Dec 30~~ Still ~~tryig~~ to piece ~~toether~~ what happened the day I smoked the ~~greasey~~ black stuff. I never found my blankets or clothes. Bare foot prints criss cross ~~myfront~~ and back yards. Now its new years eve and ~~Iam~~ totally drunk. ~~Drinkjing~~ to damn out another bad year. I guess they are all gonna be bad years for now on.		Still trying to piece together what happened the day I smoked the greasy black stuff. I never found my blankets or clothes. Bare foot prints criss cross my front and back yards. Now its new years eve and I am totally drunk. Drinking to damn out another bad year. I guess they are all gonna be bad years for now on.


	Jan 5		Jan 5

	I was in jail for a few days. The cops came to my home with a warrant for my arrest. It seems that about a dozen people reported a crazy naked Man ~~tresspassing~~ on their land. Some had video evidence of this. ~~Apparantly~~ I killed someone's dog when it attacked me. I remember nothing of this. My last memory was laying in bed while open eyed visuals took over my brain. I have to go to court in four weeks. ~~Going~~ have to get a state appointed lawyer so it don't look good. I think I shall smoke more of that ~~wierd~~ drug, why the fuck not at this point?		I was in jail for a few days. The cops came to my home with a warrant for my arrest. It seems that about a dozen people reported a crazy naked Man trespassing on their land. Some had video evidence of this. Apparently I killed someone's dog when it attacked me. I remember nothing of this. My last memory was laying in bed while open eyed visuals took over my brain. I have to go to court in four weeks. I'm going have to get a state appointed lawyer so it don't look good. I think I shall smoke more of that weird drug, why the fuck not at this point?

	--------------------------------------------		--------------------------------------------

	This is the end of the journal. I was found in a ditch 20 miles from the city of Ashbloak, Kansas. Our investigators have been unable to trace it to the unknown author. ~~The~~ goes on for another 14 pages but these are all crude sketches of sex acts and random scribbles that look ~~vagually~~ like magical ~~gylphs~~.		This is the end of the journal. It was found in a ditch 20 miles from the city of Ashbloak, Kansas. Our investigators have been unable to trace it to the unknown author. It goes on for another 14 pages but these are all crude sketches of sex acts and random scribbles that look vaguely like magical glyphs.


	== the fiddlingbitch and other myths==		== the fiddlingbitch and other myths==

	A carafe full of freeze dried ~~fingers linger of~~ the shore of a vinegar lake. Take gasping nibbles of my saying something. Suck the very air of my lungs while your at it.		A carafe full of freeze dried finger.s Linger on the shore of a vinegar lake. Take gasping nibbles of my saying something. Suck the very air of my lungs while your at it.

	Chewing venom gum ~~warcloud~~ pizza dust ~~marco~~ tic ~~tak~~ to vapor chirp serpent moxy dust bullet go kit.		Chewing venom gum war cloud pizza dust macro tic tacs to vapor chirp serpent moxy dust bullet go kit.
	Walking through the dark side of town and I don't want to be seen because it makes me frown. Sinister gifts and a bucket of fish. A bubble shower on the high plains. Suds rain down from passing comets, a circle made of felt surrounds my dream.		Walking through the dark side of town and I don't want to be seen because it makes me frown. Sinister gifts and a bucket of fish. A bubble shower on the high plains. Suds rain down from passing comets, a circle made of felt surrounds my dream.

	Cluster funk in the basement by dusk. Dirty midget rumble in the back alley, cleaver Man doing a severed handstand-Hateful ~~plate fulls~~ of venomous stew-Wicker casket with a scented lid-Armed alarm clock, the future of a fanged slang talk-Rides across the boiling river, creamy edible pill bottle whiskey nude and full throttle into the discount fountain of clotted clocks all shoutin'-I got a backwards lie, put it on your belly I've got a extra pair of eyes, but I left them in my other pair of pants-		Cluster funk in the basement by dusk. Dirty midget rumble in the back alley, cleaver Man doing a severed handstand-Hateful platefuls of venomous stew-Wicker casket with a scented lid-Armed alarm clock, the future of a fanged slang talk-Rides across the boiling river, creamy edible pill bottle whiskey nude and full throttle into the discount fountain of clotted clocks all shoutin "I got a backwards lie, put it on your belly I've got a extra pair of eyes, but I left them in my other pair of pants".-
			@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@

	I've got at least a couple knees, groin strike to my enemies-Going to easter land with a couple french fries-A river crusted with drowned moths		I've got at least a couple knees, groin strike to my enemies-Going to easter land with a couple french fries-A river crusted with drowned moths