Thursday, April 07, 2005

miracles

Oh, divine daffodil! Pleasant, juicy sun! Please bestow on thee the power to perform art miracles. I must offer thine blessings in the form of trinkets for the M-wizard. He is positive, this wizard, and his persistence straddles a fine line betwixt energy and void. I must engorge my mind with the power of the force, the density of beetles, and the sneakiness of pests. It must be so so that the alignment which is toad can come to pass. Krunk juice? I think not. Only the finest lion's breath will be a temptation. The shield is welded to my space-hide and through the divination of the mongoose I will secure a hotdog flavor in my fierce and eager brush. Take a moment, fine ones, to meditate on the outside and injest the brightness of all flowers in the toad.

This is what I have learned from hampaw's teachings. I hold it as a sacred promise.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

the divinations of hampaw are an art in and of themselves. Only when you have mastered the formations of toad and truly meditated on the hopscotch pattern will you reach true enlightenment.

Anonymous said...

krunk juice and hotdogs are dangerous distractions from achieving the inner peace which comes from toad.

fairy butler said...

no truer words have been spoken, Krix.

Anonymous said...

I am in the fashion of the delight of all systemic bodily functionabilities. This is a concern to me but also a pleasure center. You are kin to me now.

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