Reasons why:
1. Blog Title
2. Celebrating Superstition
3. Friday
4. Free phone calls after midnight, if I can stay up that long.
I made some granola bars on Monday. They are delicious. I also made lots of granola crumbs on Monday. They now live in a former cookie jar with bits of chocolate stuck to the bottom. Every time I open this jar and see chocolate, all I can think of is mouse poo.
Yesterday, A mouse suicided itself in our kitchen. I don't know why they do it. It might have to do with the self loathing stemming from a
natural absence of bladder control.How else do I update my life in the internet. Tell me how. I can't remember how to make thoughts and experiences make internets. I can tell you that sometimes during very intimate moments I have flashbacks to repressed but not repressed memories. However, this needs direct stimulation in order to happen but it also distracts me from the physical and transports back to other times past. Perhaps you too, have experienced traveling across time and space.
I have a feeling my head is growing and or gaining weight because my ear hurts when I wake up. It hurts like it has been crushed. Sometimes I have fear of my earring digging tunnels into my brain and then pooling. When I was small, and had less teeth, one of them wanted to, but couldn't escape. So he bled, bled all over and made a pool. Shaped like a kidney. I like that we shape our swimming pools like our body parts that help pee happen. It only encourages a sort of sharing.
8 comments:
i want a granola bar!
if chocolate now makes you think of mouse poo, does that mean you no longer can eat the one thing that turns the world into wet loving parts?
Wet loving partS? I dont understand, but no, I think of poo but I still eat. i have exceptional mind powers. Even if it were poo, I could transform the gout into choco in my bouche. And I'll will be making more granola bars today. Maybe. I gotta wake the slumbering GRODDD
you sure talked a lot about excretions a lot in that there post. Do you have a kidney pool near your pad? I wish it was warmer enough to go swimming.
chocolate. aphrodisiac. wet moist chatte.
A:
Mouse don't suicide. They eat poison.
B:
Internets don't need to be fed your thoughts - they just absorb. be passive. You will lose your soul eventually..
C:
England has a lot of people with bad teeth, take advantage of that fact.
so you get the loving parts reference now... moist chatte?
kate told me she wants to do a guest blog.
I get it. Chocolate doesnt always make puddles though...I have a dirty shirt on: guess the stains?
Mouses suicide themselves. Ask Geraud. He is the undertaker.
Tell Kate Yes.
Well, I have to admit that this definitely commit suicide. I mean, she manage to get out the trop but bled to death with her skull smashed in and her eyes poped out right next to it.
You know, I don't really care about these mice dying if they get trapped in the tapette. But these that manage to get off it and die, while certainly experiencing excruciating pain for one or two very long minutes, makes me feel like I am their boureau... But I am not really, because I think that if I were, I would be quicker and painless for these poor little things. I mean, I don't really like the idea of sharing my house with them, or sharing my food with them, or sharing whatever with them. But on the the other end, I really don't take any pleasure in executing them.
Poule, moist chatte because of chocolat... I want to see that in operation ;-)
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