Chair in the bog foggy pumpernickel dot!

[[AOD]]

Mr. Montrose once burped in the name of Israel, "Milk bug fig piggy wick why moot pock".

Therefore, clan dregs are killing the wraith of beer while doing 190 degree wok-flips on Martian pits of steel pudding. Earwig eating the electric harpsichord. Think, mucilidinous rodent, why the shopping of the gnomes has not been punished by eggplant cheese? It is because google by the poogle dropping whales and dolphins over Mt. Everest's needle of DOOM.

Hi-ho, mech warriors! Let's all charge the batteries like the ever-valiant blueberry, and tinker the harmonic phase variance of the square root of Goth girl soup!

Midden fields! LOTS OF MIDDEN! Maidens of Midden!

Now look up.



THE VUGS BEGIN... 2005.02.28

!~AoD

[Spriteville, USA]

Judgemental Jesus contemplated eternal resonance, whilst small incandescent anthropods squirmed vicareously below. Screaming sweet loving memories of years not yet gone by. Only to return to the eternal purgatory of non-existence.

A lonely bird, flittered wings that sang of sorrow and pain of a millenia of spoiled treats. Nothing rang out into the night like such explicit curses against the reality that is as that. Sweet, sweet existenialsim that serves only to confound and anger the unexplored lands.

Tired of this lonely chessboard of life, pawn takes pawn, only to be taken by queen. Inevitably always the first to go. Morose addages of slimey authors and repugnant visionaries, change the only true evil. Not to be outdone, the president danced his fingers across the phone and made the order for complete death.

[[AOD]]

Judgemental Jesus contemplated eternal resonance, whilst small incandescent anthropods squirmed vicareously below. Screaming sweet loving memories of years not yet gone by. Only to return to the eternal purgatory of non-existence.

A lonely bird, flittered wings that sang of sorrow and pain of a millenia of spoiled treats. Nothing rang out into the night like such explicit curses against the reality that is as that. Sweet, sweet existenialsim that serves only to confound and anger the unexplored lands.

Tired of this lonely chessboard of life, pawn takes pawn, only to be taken by queen. Inevitably always the first to go. Morose addages of slimey authors and repugnant visionaries, change the only true evil. Not to be outdone, the president danced his fingers across the phone and made the order for complete death.

Ahh, but what of the dwarves with drills in the heads, small, white piggy trick? Are there no supercilious penguins dancing on shish-kebab in Avalon? Are there no winking clouds of spermicidal screws over the hills of Elysium? WHAT OF THE MOO FIGHT, PUNK?

?~AOD

[Spriteville, USA]

Ahh, but what of the dwarves with drills in the heads, small, white piggy trick? Are there no supercilious penguins dancing on shish-kebab in Avalon? Are there no winking clouds of spermicidal screws over the hills of Elysium? WHAT OF THE MOO FIGHT, PUNK?

?~AOD

Even Princesses know not what lies beneath their crimson dresses. For lies be told, and lies be believed when spoken softely under moonelight. Strange lights wander halls and cry for their lost brethern. Upheld to the expectations of being no longer material. Silence, broken only by a silence greater than the one before it. Stars reach out and twist the sky to their ambitions, always too great and bueatiful to every truly aggregate.

For such happiness only exist when vermillion meets jade, but to hope for such is folly. In ten millinea no one has tasted happiness on their lips nor expressed enjoyment with their breath. Excrutiating, Monopolizing, Subsidizing joy.

[Rkolter]

Coming the oompalumps of heathen elephants while lunch vermillion sets within opaque frogs on hunted greens.

So it is written.

[Paul.Power]

Locals in the other members of the remarketing department start to show officers of the population of the whole universe have been writing to make the state of the popups of the thinktanks that she had not remembered by the most important of the people in the city of Manchester.

(I love Dasher...)

[JexKerome]

*doesn't get it*

*leaves*

[[AOD]]

To all:

Alleluiah Hamlet! We are finally tricking tracks vociferously! But still, some ships stick solidly to the seven dogs of Pluto's left knuckle. What we must do is clear: mail to the men of Doorham who collate collidingly the files of theremin foxes in order to send the memo down to the Dumbbell department where they'll be processed according to nutmeg, which Ellen in the Wicker Baskets room forgot to drink.

That, by the way, is the mandate of the plate full of glass harmonicas.

@~AoD

[Toxic]

Awesome.

[Warren]

Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.

[Pimpette]

SEE THE LIGHT of the afropocious jigglydum!
ITs kingdom stretches forever into the nothingness of groombrains. The Oompaloompas are nothing but tools, used to farm the gardens of leprechaun gnomes.
Drink of the wheel tea. It will make you strong.

[Isukiyomi]

*confused*

[VileTerror]

So . . . beautiful . . .

* would be having multiple orgasms at this moment if it were possible *






But where are my manners? Trohpies for Ymmot, Rao, and of course [AOD]!

[Numina]

Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.

You cunning linguist.

[McDuffies]

I don't understand 85% of what's said in this thread.

[Pimpette]

Watch the trophies, for they are eggshells of dragonbites!

This schooly lonegirl wishes for the moon to award her with bitey eggshells.
She will bask in the contentedness of rainbow cookies instead.

[Corgan_dane]

Oh...frabjous day?

(Is totally confused, too. As usual.)

[Humbug]

Me too. But their words are mesmerizing.

[[AOD]]

Me too. But their words are mesmerizing.

Oh? But what of the rattan losers? Do they not stimulate souplike metaphors to rise niggardly into your lecherous mat of doubly invalidated eczema? Do they not warn the tryptophan of the inflatable Go-Go Yubaris, who doth eat cantankerous cankers insincerely?

Or instead, will your metabolic rate then inhibit the secretion of roses from the hot, white cocaine-addicted asphalt road?

Insolence, Humbug, will not serve the finite indefatigable frogs, and nor will the very first piece of string betwixt your heart strum with the valiance of a thousand electric codfishes.

Indeed, my dear, it is only the result of the fallacious ebb that we so rest our multitudinous cowlicks upon the slippery Jesuit progesterone tablets.

Aye, verily that is the way of the chemical warfare pies.

Watch the trophies, for they are eggshells of dragonbites!

This schooly lonegirl wishes for the moon to award her with bitey eggshells.
She will bask in the contentedness of rainbow cookies instead.

Aww, oh povertacious dollytromp. Be not curfuddled by the mincing of the Australian shrews, for they are metallic and ship like the licking of the giraffes. Rather, be undercut by the pyramids! They alone will supply you with the eyeballs that you need for the eighteen and one fourth pill of sweet, emerald Zoetropes. Also, fear not the simmering zeppelins, for they are but loquacious xylophones, muddling four.

Remember - we always snuck in Amenhotep's gym socks with PRIDE and GUMDROPS!

I don't understand 85% of what's said in this thread.

Repudiate the cunnilingus of the snails, contrariwise!

@~AoD

[Stinkywigfiddle]

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

*edit*
That's a bit different. He was just making up words.