Metaphoric Hate....Coroneus, Wake.

Friday, September 29, 2006

The Curious Dreamlife of Marshmallow Addie - Volume 16

Meanwhile, a bulbuous pigeon which had recently feasted on corporate toxic fat under golden arches, crashed headfirst into a lampost or gargoyle.

Marshmallow Addie designated a stately pleasure dome. It was a five bedroom penthouse apartment in a two flooried highrise. Startled looking gargoyles glared skywards awkwardly. Their horribly deformed features were impossible to sculpt in approximately three dimensions. And they all urinated single malts into the birdbath. It was a sunless sea.

Cohabitation was never easier.

Crimorcles: A damn shell will a dull shimmer in a vission one shy shaw.

Pers: Twice an I'll be seen' ya may den on 'er dull shimmer sheep laid, singin' a Mon Tabeaura.

Crimorcles: Fie cod refie wizzin me, dud seem funny an so on, to sujja dip the light wood in me, that we muse eCloud an long, I woo bill duh doom in eh?

Pers: 'is flay shingie zen flow tingaire. We worser kill roundim thrice...

Crimorcles: 'an clo syer ice wiholy dredd.

Pers: Forheon hun eDew hatfed.

Crimorcles: 'an drun Tamill o'parrot ice.

Startled looking gargoyles glared skywards awkwardly. Yellowbottom eagerly awaited his newborn brother. A christening was due. Or quite possibly a baptism by fire.

And they all urinated single malts into the birdbath.

Addie prematurely ejected a billiard. Shoot from the hip? Too fast too soon toomuchtooeasypeasey? Bloody hell. The billiard missed its mark by being off target. Smitten by the green texture, but off cue, off target by being off the mark. The scratching of a billiard on his greenish mind could made him cry. Maybe he remembers them from shooting frames up in the sky.

And they all urinated single malts into the birdbath. Which served the purpose: free dinner. Inebriated birds crashing headfirst into lamp posts or gargoyles saved a prayer visit to the golden arches. Because pigeons are stupid people.


Thursday, September 14, 2006

The Curious Dreamlife of Marshmallow Addie - Volume 15

Marshmallow Addie breathed in deep. Up and down the stairs, blubblubblub, head in head out inoutintout. Breathe out deep. Aha, fooldja dinn I? Well, breathe inoutinout as usual. Up the stairs, and around. Head bobs out. This time's a million. Yellowbottom grinned smugly. The two apples were at their job, chuffing and puffing and chugging and plugging away. They sat on a verandah with a view. Do not disturb. Tomorrow is really gone. Its nearly gone.

The pearl alarum cilock whistled a merry toon. Bawmey Shunday is wakin up. Sleep deprivation was the sin of times.

Meanwhile, the perfect martini was getting lost in the chaos of its creation. Perfection ought to be ephemeral. That's what made it perfect. Or maybe periodic. A perfect martini was getting lost in the... oh wait! Um... yeah, a perfect martini.

Suprisingly, the seasons changed as usual. A time to make new friends. Uncle Tallwhisker, are you listening? Your time is approaching. Edges fly and life makes a short pit stop. Ok, I'm back. And this time, I'm wrong.