There I was. Thinking I got Far Flung. After all, I am a Fare Fungi. I am always the Fun Guy at the Fair. Hear More or Dare More, Your Money will Spare
More. Or Is That Spar More?
I am The Dog! And where is The Photon when I need
him? Or even when I kneeded him?
Those Rats come vermivores and injustly
unjustified with all their lies, to just eat a wide variety of foods. Ingesting and including grains, seeds,
fruits, vegetables, nuts, insects, and even me.
After all, and especially after Fall, I am what you would call garbage.
Those Rats are proximity feeders and keep on consuming whatever is available,
including human foot scraps, pet food, or even non-food items like soap and
paper, people who are dopes, and toilet paper.
I sure don’t like soap.
Is my world the Kitchen Table or just
some Stitching Fables? I guess, Once a
Pure Rat always was a Prior Ate. You say I am Pure Fat because of your Liar
Hate.
Here I am, with all this Body Fat, as
I am a primitively founding adipose issue tissue. Mainly,
me and my Dog Friends, consisting of triglycerides, and as you point out, the
we are Made Up. I’ve had enough of your fatty
acids and glycerol. My triggers are sported during specialized calls, yelled with
adipocytes. Those chemicals suture a bunch of my traditions, including free
fatty acids, mole holes, and attractive single glycerol molecules. I’d try not to pyrite married ones.
While this goes on, my close friend,
the Photon, meets some Fun Gal at the mall. Including in that group he
found humans showing off their complex chemical makeups. Primate
Italy composed songs of polysaccharides, proteins, and lipids. This went well
because of some key structural components, which the girls made up, stating
that those polymers who like chitin are precious glucans, along with every
protein and lipid. Fun Gals never claim to contain the sterol ergosterol,
unlike animal nuts who abuse cholesterol.
When I noticed this, I started
inching to that itching and grabbed a pen along with my tin. Garbage is my medication with my molecular
uses. Intruding greetings that nerved
my plain, your swollen lips are even some types of comic stitchings (pure I says). Potent bars for my own Belief: Studies have
shown a carrot cannot be effective in relieving fetching in various conditions,
like new raptures, pure field mice, bioinks, pertussis, and other lying’s
associated with nose burns.
Photon said to me, “The only flower
that would ever eat meat is in the sun with the Venus Fly Trap.”
To which I reprised, “The only boy
who would ever eat feet is the son of the werewolf man.”
Now I just need to defy that Farce
about Masses in the time of Acceleration.
Acclamation is the disturbance of those who dived by the time divided by
another slime. Anyone can claim to equal
their Mass when gravity sucks. Mercury,
Mars, and Venus are creating a black hole.
That’s another spineless mess I’ve gotten us into.
See The Three Stooges meet the Three
Stupids. Watch Moe Howard, Larry Fine,
and Shemp Howard, or is that Curle Howard, or maybe Joe Besser, or possibly
Curly Joe DeRita. Anyway, who would want
to meet Don, Don Jr, Eric, Ivanka, Jared Kushner. They keep Crushing US All.
Let’s just Row and Hardly. And at scathe is an Ultra Violet Ray. We Three Stooges of Niagara Falls are, Step
by Step, Stupid by Stupid; We Three Stupids Go down because of MAGA Falls With
their Sky Rocket fair. Foot by
foot. And Inch by inch. We certainly are Howards. Or is that, Cowards? I’ve got to Start talking with some
customers, And have them ask to be taken off these dwarf stars.
And there she is, Fraulein Helpme,
“Seargent Has Schlitz, sometimes I think if I hear the words ‘don’t drink
frequently’ again, I'll cry.”
And we see and hear Seargent Has
Schlitz, “It is illogical for someone I work with to follow the words ‘don’t
drink frequently.’"
Life goes on for Fraulein Helpme,
“Then I'm an logical woman. Would you never stop telling me what an attractive
lady I am! And how do I not laugh at
Kirkadant Stink when he’s been Mooned?”
As usual, Seargent Has Schlitz,
“Stink is The Man In The Moon, Fraulein Helpme.”
Fraulein
Helpme, “I'm not surprised.”
Photon then tells me, “Something
Faked at Christmas.”
I just sung, “Yingle Belts.”
And I am also the stung that caused
a missed in those Hooligan’s Christmas Fakes.
The Photon lights up my life. And my life lights up his thinking. We tour as Human Beings among the workers and
livers and payers of things. You claim
you live more and to us you are livers more.
Just core and poor and poured out the door. I gathered together with people who did the
actual work that facility managers claim to do and say. I wish they’d say less and my friends should
get paid more. But gravity and
acceptability are a lot more touching than the sellable ‘I claim this and you
do that’ that gives us our only jobs. I
feel better doing my job instead of living off of yours.
Electrical luminosity waves partial
neutrons among those cascading magnetic time parting papers which flow along
with hate flooding blue colored bees whose stripe lined fluidity attracted both
the non enterable caving in wall floors and their partnering soft feeling ant
groups which shout along the way. Wyne
more as you wine more with ninety five degree angles of solar constructed moving
apart parts. A Photon is here as A Dog
gets heard in this Human herd. Any Won
Headed My Weigh?
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