Umm, okay, first of all, this is a "write anything and everything that can possibly come to your mind in the instant you are typing" sort of thing, yes I know it's weird, look at the title. Still, I laugh every time I reread it...
They were magnificent species of tree special and mighty throughout all the world renowned for their invincibility to forest gumps, as well as happy pink dwarves with lightning hair that sing hi ho all day and wear gunnysacks for clothing that look like befouled togas full of knitted spiders and moths, with giant elites crawling and back flipping throughout. Their wormy brains cannot sleep tight without hammers pounding ratt-a-tat-tat all night and all day and with piccolos and pickles keeping time in the midnight earl of D. Gray and Allen is a Voidwalker minion but cant be because they never will have such faces as the hairy one on him that looks like a monkey but is really the most beautiful apple of them all and is quite lovely in comparison with Maddison Avenue in the game of Life that takes forever because life is short and befouled with madness and hate and Odysseus has a terrible name and grandpa but I don’t think he is speedily moody at this month of day looking at the waterlillies and walking the booming bridge of male shovenist pigs that oink and standing in the shadows in Monet’s painting that was stupefied after he bit the ear off a pro wrestler then tackled Van Goh to tear his heart out for Odysseus is not the gayest of them all, and that would be an insult to all gay men. He should never be called a hero, that who causes such a great many deaths do we part, weeping in tangled hair that escaped the ring only to be cast into oblivion by a wailing zebra that caused many accidents in its time with its many polka dots though it wasn’t a good pony dancer in the ballroom that contained itsy bitsy spiders that drowned their hairy legs down a bottomless eraser of doooooooom and the blue snotty monkeys of congress watched and wrote laws that should never see the light of darkest moonlight to be found in space time continueum and that is a very hard word to spell and should be thrown out of the vocabulary and replaced with a permanent double that is a warlock and oblivion spams impish moronic toadish waspish boodlesnitcherings that are nothing that I know of and what did the woodchuck do without bones to chuck away behind the dumpster of a million worlds and the swirling vortex of the horse shadows that spin the tails of the lemurs so they must not fray their backsides against the ovens full of magma for what a painful birth would be that, and a surprisingly artistic happiness that only comes once a year for the knight in blackened armor is truly a girl and much better is she than the piggish bulls that haunt her dreams…Or do they? Is it the shapeshifting tiger of black and grey that preys upon her silent mind in the unforgiving realm of sleep and deprivation of water is the worst thing for a bloated prune of a male orangutan. Into the orange atmosphere of an amazingly agile mouse room go we and a falcon is tailing us so we must swipe away flies with our burros butts and the hawkeyed beauty isn’t mindless ramblers like the rest of we but a yellow boy that must leave the chapel city of Nice and Paine that scour the earth for any sign of heartwrenching idiocies and pull away the neckstrings of the happy little puppets that are the humans of the world above us for we are the champions and you are the listers for which we have no time to deal and save the fox from drowning in the fiery wrath of the trees so swimmingly sway the sweltering heat of swatches that swing swiftly through swampy swallowing swarths. What is swarths I am the munchkin kingly mean man or women im not sure are you the chosen boot for im missing the left one and you are not right, are you prime minister of arichben what is this do we know will we ever even seem to concede defeat in the back of the pickup moving at turtleing speeds that stockpile resourceful angles so we may not make a useful winter of these mongrels and that would become the end of the world meaning the PC would crash and slowly ferret away into the lonely world of bystanders and that is what we must visitage- goodbyestander.