The Curious Dreamlife of Marshmallow Addie - Volume 3
Addie had a bad day. He was very scared of Yellowbottom and steered well clear of him. Ethyl Johnny used to be a good friend and well wisher. But that day, they broke Addie's heart. Actually, they set fire to it.... and the day had been ruined.
But Addie knew there was a history attached to the events of the day. Some time ago in Nwotnaeb, Addie created Fox Pa (who later lusted Fox Ma... but her's is another story. She was quite the vixen). And Fox Pa came back to haunt him (and decompress his innards while he was about it) and Addie ate humble pie.
Marshmallow Addie, for all his bulbuosity, waded through streets of filth of his own design. He was built for consumption, not for speed. They were in his mind... just a parabola away from being sucked into the continuum of a hellish universe. It was a universe we all lived in, and breathed Yellowbottom's heavy fumes. With vampirical efficiency, he drew last blood. He'd lost as usual. Lost his world of objectivist skullduggery and gourmand gluttony; the marshmallow trudges on. Nwotnaeb was just two dreams and a sunshine away. Look what you've done, my little petty-wetty. You've made a fool of everyone.
The Two Apples didn't exist anymore. They had vanished into dank air, cleverly evading smoke detectors on their way. They were philosophical about it. Nothing short of a dimensional shift would ever bring them back to their shelftop vantage point. They were now replaced by The Wrath of Astringency, and he knew a thing or two about longevity. But, the cookie crumbles and the infinite queue meanders between dimensions, pausing once, ethereally, transiently, for a shelf-top spot.
Addie had a bad day. He was very scared of Yellowbottom and steered well clear of him. Ethyl Johnny used to be a good friend and well wisher. But that day, they broke Addie's heart. Actually, they set fire to it.... and the day had been ruined.
But Addie knew there was a history attached to the events of the day. Some time ago in Nwotnaeb, Addie created Fox Pa (who later lusted Fox Ma... but her's is another story. She was quite the vixen). And Fox Pa came back to haunt him (and decompress his innards while he was about it) and Addie ate humble pie.
Marshmallow Addie, for all his bulbuosity, waded through streets of filth of his own design. He was built for consumption, not for speed. They were in his mind... just a parabola away from being sucked into the continuum of a hellish universe. It was a universe we all lived in, and breathed Yellowbottom's heavy fumes. With vampirical efficiency, he drew last blood. He'd lost as usual. Lost his world of objectivist skullduggery and gourmand gluttony; the marshmallow trudges on. Nwotnaeb was just two dreams and a sunshine away. Look what you've done, my little petty-wetty. You've made a fool of everyone.
The Two Apples didn't exist anymore. They had vanished into dank air, cleverly evading smoke detectors on their way. They were philosophical about it. Nothing short of a dimensional shift would ever bring them back to their shelftop vantage point. They were now replaced by The Wrath of Astringency, and he knew a thing or two about longevity. But, the cookie crumbles and the infinite queue meanders between dimensions, pausing once, ethereally, transiently, for a shelf-top spot.
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