8/12/08: Chapter 4

Little Alice was bemused by her truncheon, which she had salvaged from a massive heap of salvageable pigs in blankets. Little Alice often visited the store, which she considered to be important for her career in broomstick functioning matters. She worked full time at the broom band museum building cakes for the employees and shooting unwanted passersby. Her passion was passion fruit and syringes full of paste, which she would set out in the burning sun until they would become gray as a result of the massive slabs of gray bags and paste substitute, which she would shove underneath her father's skin at night, much to his annoyance. Uncomfortably, she was a tablet, which implies that she wins that game until dawn.

Millipede intestines are quite interesting when you look at them closely. They have intricate little details that you miss when you merely gaze upon their apparent beauty. They close and open in such ways as the next ones.

Open your eyes. They resemble raw eggs. They turn themselves inside out and scream phrases to your soul.

Horrible Sam owned a small replica of the most famous lozenge supply company in the world. Horrible Sam owned the universe. Horrible Sam drove his cars into big buildings and caused violence. He was a horrible man. Sam decided to purchase a big ol' stack of beans at the store, but instead of eating them in the sttrasdtitional sense, he buried them outside in his large yard which contained sixteen ferrets and two hundred trillion geese. His friends hated him because of his geese. "Those geese are gonna disrupt the whole world's flow!" they would say to him, over and over again.

Sam drove his truck into a yard full of wasabi and slabs of acorn paste. He thought, "this is so bad." He salvaged his apes and sold them to Sanchez. Millions of ruins lay before him, covered in waste and sewage of all sorts.IiIi LAl HDbh lHb