silentbob I sit in my dominion and contemplate the uncontemplatable while listening to soulful tunes on my cd player.

i like to find blathes and find words in them that havent been blathe and blathe them.
grendel where i may be found on occasion

dreaming my dreams
scheming my schemes

licking my wounds

(if anyone thought i was going to follow those first two lines with "hitting you with those laser beams"...relax...don't do it.)
startfires he acted so smart
his brain clinked and churned
and his eyes darted back and forth and around the room
everything that waters beneath the surface i could see
all he wanted to to was lay her
phil the smoky lair of the witch had a cauldron that spluttered and slurped as she moved the stick around the rim, stirring in the foul smelling ingredients. Bones piled along the wall, she was an old blind women, outside the batmobile would drive by. Foul smells could be detected all the way to the beach, where a mermaid waited on the rocks, and a seahorse took you away to Neptune, deep in the oceans. Little red riding hood lived a short way down the road. Then to a swamp out in the dwarves forest. Where the dead tress line the moat of Dracula's castle, fairies in a church bell. And far away a small shop, a mountain dragon, and a bridge inbetween, that led to a magic door, to a tower with a hungry lion, and your princess. 020305
misstree the beast, musk and dust, lay curled up in a corner, hot breath steaming in the draft from the smallish opening, eyes gleaming in light reflected from snowbanks... it waited... waited... 020305
... "Wisps of vapour floated up and past him and he began to sweat. A sound, too, began to throb in his ears, a sort of bubbling like the noise of a large pot galloping on the fire, mixed with a rumble as of a gigantic tom-cat purring. This grew to the unmistakable gurgling noise of some vast animal snoring in its sleep down there in the red glow in front of him. ... . There he lay, a vast red-golden dragon, fast asleep; thrumming came from his jaws and nostrils, and wisps of smoke, but his fires were low in slumber. Beneath him, under all his limbs and his huge coiled tail, and about him on all sides stretching away across the unseen floors, lay countless piles of precious things, gold wrought and unwrought, gems and jewels, and silver red-stained in the ruddy light." 020305
littleidiot sort of like 'liar'.
but not quite.

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