[ensonar]

Her soul detached from her rhythm which in turn detached from her groove and left her a formless shapeless puddle of soft engine parts, dangling from a olive branch. And so with the hair she'd saved in a coffee can,

[BratscheWarrior]

she knitted a sweater so that she could keep her semi-lugubrious muffler (formerly her beak) warm in the summertime...

[ensonar]

This beakwarmer became the new fad, and beast and fish all along the empty canals of lender-wearer became the new fad, for all to see... for all to rub up against. And silvery liquid poured...

[BratscheWarrior]

from her gut. She was so disgusted that everyone else was following her iconoclastic dressing habits...The silvery bile flooded the room and...

[ensonar]

ran like laughing children down long and narrow pathways out into the street. Euphoria ensued as millions of transparent winged little furry tigers flew from beehives, stingers armed, into the sun. And the sun divided into three, as charming little hungry...

[BratscheWarrior]

mice, whose eyes glowed, as if on fire. They focused their gaze on a wall on which some punk had spraypainted the words:"...

[BratscheWarrior]

"The United Orchestra of Liberated Mice - Seek a single white female (mouse) who can squeek in such a way that can drive a human mad"...

[ensonar]

And yet piles of membraned mucus, stripped the scallywag beyond an underbellied fish-hog. Shifting the shaver melancholy walked upleft and bentwards into the fell-weathered money blunder...

[DrakeWan]

mixed with muddy thunder...
a trip beyond the pastors and political bastards
torn asunder, for the front-runners of lust
but its first is to burst us, seeding the thought, who cursed us?
but it seems we all acknowledge this church stuff..
to a fuller or lesser degree, although the lesser will flee...
running thru the forest sniffing smurf dust..

[BratscheWarrior]

...all these non sensical thoughts made our chicken heroine quite mad...Suddenly, she awoke, her eggs hatched, the mice rejoiced and she looked at her toes. They were not the toes of a chicken, but the hands of a wooden puppet. "FUCK!!!!," she said......