And then the dog, realizing the peril of idiots, took one final consideration before forcing a plummet to his certain doom. After inventing the ladder, a bland flavor had set in, burning developing buds. And how? Not only was life's most anticipated achievement redundant beyond most beliefs, most beliefs had gotten redundant beyond most beliefs. Consequently, after one toke, there existed a bright idea, releasing one from the refrigerator and into those florescents that coat the world in a usually avoidable blue. But sometimes certain things are not quite as elusive as one might desire, and desire proves itself a repulsive, sickening thing. Concepts flow loosely and freely with no distinguishing factors except that which a person would certainly DESIRE to grasp. So grab they do, carefree and blind. The dog is too loyal. Watch him go...
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