I was jumping for joy the other day when a large wood chuck came over and nibbled on me footsies. It’s like the creative mind needs practice, it’s a warm up sentence. You don’t talk to people right away in the morning because you might end up threatening someone with a leaf blower or attacking a lady with Velcro or maybe a frozen dead possum. If I could love someone other than my wife it would be a male dead possum. I’m no necrophile I just love a good cold dead naked possum paw. Sure you could pickle ‘em but it just isn’t the same as some water logged corpse of a marsupial.
I took a walk today…7 miles…I thought it was going to be 5 but now it’s 7. I think it would be a great magical power to be able to teleport your waste outside your body to somewhere else. I can’t take it my teeth are floating and…SHAZAM…your pee is now next to that tree. I can see it used as a weapon such as bladder exploding and other icky nefarious activities.
My work computer died today after being my buddy for 7 years…okay 7 miles…7 years…coincidence I think not.
Ahhhh yes back from vacation where I let my mind wander free, unfortunately it went on a rampage and devoured a few small villages and hamlets. I watched the Dunwich Horror on Netflix. I was most impressed with the creature effects. Also I feel that the movie brings a new meaning to the phrase: book stand.
I feel like HP Lovecraft has created my favorite genre; however it produces the worst/best movies. Matted scenery, clay-mation, bad dubbing and horrible acting, it’s almost as grotesque and alien as the outer world gods.
