Monday, February 28, 2011

Apostrophocolypse

Streams of Kool-Aid?  Oh I think yes; at least that was where I lay after the systematic extenuations of the days events.  What were these events that you ask?  No, that's not what you asked?  Well what did you ask?  I don't even care, you will sit here and listen.

It all happened on a mountain, at least I think it did.  Mountain goats live on mountains right?  At least I think that they do while they are on Earth, but that isn't important, what's important is what happened.  It was a cold day, at least I think it was a cold day.  Aren't mountains cold places?  That isn't what's important, so nevermind that.  What is important is this: The mountain goats surrounded me; they were everywhere.  I moved slightly to the left.  They were there, everywhere.  And before long I was taken into their ship.  What?  Did you think that the goats would abduct me in a boat?  Goats and boats, bah, ridiculous!  Anyways, they took me into their ship and that is when everything happened.  They put on sombreros and started to dance, oh and they removed all of my internal organs, which caused a rather unpleasant euphoria, but that's not what's important.  What's important is who else I saw there.  It was none other than Paul Simon!!!  Yeah.  Oh yeah, and then I was taken into the back room to have some new organs put in; I was pleased to find out they were made of cheese.  I like cheese.

"A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and hat's cheese? Corpse of milk."

Shawn Davis