Dear person of extreme personage,
I saw today I had a follower. It made me feel proud, like I'm a leader of sorts and I mean something, then I realized it wasn't you Adell.... I don't know what to think. I can't lead that other guy! He's scary like the mokana stuffed animal that I sometimes wake up to in the middle of the night. But mokana is so loving and soft that I could never stay scared of him. After all, who else would befudle Kurgi if he wasn't around. Someday I'm gonna dress you up like a big soccer ball. Then I could kick you all over the street and no one would think twice on it. But if you got bruises your face would look less like you and more like a bag of Dole blueberries. Then maybe you'd taste swell. And your face would swell. I like that idea. But I don't want you to be in any pain so I'll have to do it to my follower instead. Now I'm all sad....
Monday, June 14, 2010
Drats those Fishtics!
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Wednesday, May 26, 2010
My feet are like penguins 5 and 26 and 2010
I seem to remember you telling me you would smell nasty. But you didn't. You smellet like one of victorias secrets. They are very secretive, no? If you sang me a love song I'd marry you. Yup I would.
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Sunday, March 14, 2010
What now brown 3-14-10
I have a feeling! That tonight's going be a good night! Because we have a condo in Moab that is condolicious. Just like your face, which I didn't get to see yesterday. Or the day before... Now I must imagine it and your not going to like it. I really think I'm going to put big black zits on the tip of your nose. And your going to have a buzz cut. Don't forget you have 3 arms. Holy cow! I can't believe you look so bizar! You must change. If you don't we wont be able to meet face to face till I menatlly prepare myself. And this could take a few monts. Maybe years.
Hmm... Mentally prepairing, mentally prepairing, mentally prepai.....ment..p....................
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Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Marching in the 9th of 2010
Dear Adelllllllllia,
I can see my feet, as they are attached to me. It is highly convenient to have them thus as I can use them any time I feel the need to. I can also protect them from unwanted touchings, and give them a regular cleaning. If I was to give any advice to you today, I would recomend you keep your feet attached to you. You'll agree, if only you try for a short while, that the benefits far outweigh the negatives. I do hope you'll try.
Sincereticly,
Jamonely Danish-princess Hearless
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Thursday, December 31, 2009
The End of Time in 2009
Dear Unfortunate One,
We have run out of time. It is the end. Nothing more can be done. Nothing fixed. Nothing gained. That is why I'm taking Angel's cat and running! I figure there is nothing better at the end than a fuzzy mamillian clawing at your face for atention. Just like a beaver. Are you the king of the Beavers? You can't fool Owls. Or Armadillos. Or Pineapple Juices. I like Pineapples. They are the coolest bushes in the universal studios. I approve! Cia and Happy end of 2009. May your new year remember that everything can be redone. Everything can be fixed. You can marry me.
Love you! Love Joy!
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Friday, November 6, 2009
November of the 6th of 2009
People are starting to leave!!!!
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Wednesday, November 4, 2009
LLama
Dearest Adell,
I regret to inform you that you are about to die and painful and horrible life. It was, of course, the mamoth turtle and the talking sphinx that told me so, thus it is inevitably true. Don't talk to cars or go under back lining umbrellas or you will feel it sink in like ice cream sinking into the pit of your stomach from tummy yummies.
But that is a very pleasant feeling truth be told. I don't know what this means, but good luck. Don't die. Don't fall down steep holes dug by rabbits. Don't eat me on tuesdays. Don't look both ways before crossing. The left will do.
Your painful life die friend, Me.
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