Lonely Cloudby Laurence Trundle Lawrence ![]() December 8, 2003 I wandered lonely as a cloud,
it was Halloween and I had about sixty pounds of cotton glued to my leotards. And nobody wanted to trick or treat with a kid who was dressed up like a that. Needless to say, being seven sucked bad. The stars shone down like Christmas lights all flashing in crazy sequences that made me nauseous and I got sick on the tree stand. That was on Christmas, but the stars made me sick like that too. If there'd been a tree stand there I can't say I wouldn't have sicked on it but that would have been pretty weird to see on Halloween unless it was holding up a pumpkin tree or something. So to recap, I was a lonely seven-year-old cloud and I almost barfed. But then I saw a shitload of flowers like at least seven possibly more. And I thought of how if I ate all those flowers maybe I could fly. Hey, I was seven. But then this guy in a wife-beater popped out his door and started yelling about how he was going to punt my little ass across the street if I didn't stop eating all his flowers. So I hauled ass fastly as a cloud that doesn't want to get its ass kicked by a bigger cloud and ran all the way to my cloud house. But even now, when huger pangs sometimes I think of having a flower burrito or something. When the florist has his back turned Quick! Hey screw you, man I never liked your flower shop anyway. Quote of the Day“No man is an island. But I have met several women I would like to live on for the rest of my life.”-John Donne Juan Fortune 500 CookieBy the pricking of my thumb I have really fucked up my keyboard playing. Trust in a higher power this week—the Waffle King knows what he's doing. Why be merely happy when you could be shit-yer-drawers happy? The world is you oyster, which explains that nauseating fish smell you can't escape. Lucky hammers roofing, jack, ball peen, MC.Try again later. Top Things Overheard at Your High School Reunion
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