They told me I could never throw that, well I showed them didn’t I? If only I that fish hadn’t swum in the way at the last minute we BOTH would have won that marathon. Then the lotus king would definitely have shared his biscuits with me. You ask me what the count down leads to? Well I could tell but then I’d have to make you into a blue thing, and blue things aren’t anywhere near as nice as pink things or red things or teal things. Then again manatee always was my favourite when I was growing up and one should hold onto ones childhood. I keep mine in my socks at the bottom or my leg parts. You’ll probably need to use your leg parts if you want to stand any chance of making it to the third day. My leg bits stopped working after that last cube, but the divine consciousness saw fit to grant me new leg bits and now I can walk through the clouds and touch the birds and punch the noisy planes right in their disgusting eye holes. He told me that there will be music and dancing and the moving of faces on the chosen day, and that she will grant all who attend eternal nice-ness, which I think is a good thing. There is not enough niceness left in the world, especially not in the place I live. It’s funny how the lines start to bend when you stare at them for too long, and when they do they form words which show you how the whole world works. I like to know how the world works, though it confuses me sometimes and I have to have another to clear my head. Clear like the clear sky where I walk with new leg bits granted to me by the shining face of fun-ness. Have you ever read the words the lines make when you stare at them long enough? You should you know. You can find out all sorts of things about space and chocolate and knitting machines. www.suckmythumber.co.uk __________________________________________________ BritDisc mailing list [email protected] http://www.fysh.org/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/britdisc Staying informed - http://www.ukultimate.com/staying-informed
