"What have you done?"she said looking at
- "What have you done?"she said looking at me like as if I were an alien."What?",I asked feeling hurt by her reaction."Why can't I just seat here and enjoy a
- an iced latte? Good lord, I am tired for feeling like an outcast. Apart from my hunting sparrows in the public park, there isn't anything unusual about
- my Tipi. I set it up in the courtyard at the Marriott. They tried to ask me to leave but I painted my face and went on a raid. They didn't have ponies so I had to take
- a little red wagon without wheels instead. The wheel, no that is one handy invention I thought to myself as i clumsily tried to get some type of motion going
- scaping across the floor. Scree...The noise tore at me and the watchers threw feces in my path. I longed for the old days when it was just waterboarding. I'll break soon and tell
- an amusing anecdote about a tiny man who fell in love with a ferret, which they will assume is a coded story revealing the whereabouts of the object they seek. But they'll be wrong
- , the first letter of every word will be a signal to my superiors, "Tufted Omnivore Romanced Tiny Urchin Revealing Emotion." If I could just get it broadcast by morse code,
- Whatever a tufted egrit read by octogenerian aardvarks really blows.
- But then aardvarks don't write the kind of books you'd read on the bus. Aardvarkian philosophy is a tricky and interesting subject. Many thesises were written about it. However...
- when the skies are dark, and ants scarce, perhaps you too may find solace in the pages of Aardvarkian philosophy, peace and tranquility in a terse termite-less world.
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- 2011-02-19 11:45:03
- Finished
- 2011-05-22 18:37:48
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