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Feb. 20th, 2005 @ 11:12 pm the birds say "!p = {5(6^y)/x^y} where y is a range of irrational numbers from 0 to 1"
as i sat in my basement, remolding my ground-beef helmet of distrust, scanning through stock footage of schools of fish and bird migrations, i noticed a simple pattern that emerged. just then i heard a knocking at the cellar door, and I was afraid to open the door, because everyone for at least four miles was dead. With the bodies of my friends strewn about the basement, I step over them towards the shelf in the wall. I pull down the jars of hair I have been collecting and began to light tufts on fire. The smell has warded off my knocking enemies for now, but I don't know how long it will keep them at bay. I do know one thing: I'm running out of my supply of fresh blood to paint the wall with, and I fear that once it dries something bad will happen.

U = {!0}

the noises of static and moaning returned from inside of the walls. visions of the bloodied children singing "you are my sunshine" as their headless friends play jump rope in the front yard. the sky is an odd white-ish color, and as I become more aware of what is going on, the children stop and gaze at me. the jump-rope has stopped mid air.

with that, there are seven different combinations of animal you can make with a home sewing kit and a few domesticated mammals. of these mammals, the human child seems to be the most versatile, and one can only hope that the body parts will consistantly remain compatable with one another, making a beautiful symphony of interchangeable body parts. nature is so beautiful sometimes.

and we all lived happily ever after.
the end.
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Date:February 21st, 2005 07:21 am (UTC)
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I'm kind of scared...
Date:February 21st, 2005 07:25 am (UTC)
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