[ Ventilation ] | When I go out, I really don't want people to put slimey things in my bed...

11-14-2004 12:16 am

Andy: When I go out, I really don't want people to put slimey things in my bed...

Writing out music always takes too long, and it hurts your wrist, then the tendons begin to snap and recoil and are lost forever... somewhere. So then you have to hire a search party, but you need to find people small enough to fit inside you. But you really can't do this on your own, so you need to hire a private detective... but you can't find one. Then you lament, "All is lost!" you say, but then you realise that your fists are clenched and in the air. Oh! your tendons aren't lost after all! So you live happily ever after, or until somebody puts something slimey in your bed when you're out. The End

Mood: Easily Influenced (by the music I'm listening to)
Music: Caldonia!

Comments (8)

emajination - ()

maybe influenced by your digestion of drugs?

Buffy - (i didn't know that could go there!)

quite possibly

toodldo_4julie - ()

i think it was the doing of the little people you thought you needed the detective to find. they were there the entire time...just hiding, and waiting, for the right moment to emerge and put something slimy in your bed.

Demannu - (<--- Eats Worms)