slow roasted pikachu. tonight. no, tomorrow night. gandalf was waiting at the doors to let me through.

"happy birthday," he whispered seductivly into my elbow. nicholas cage was waiting at the atlar when I passed him the eye of onyx, before jumping up three times.

it began.

we all formed a circle and began to chant "dumbledora the explora." as was the general hoobado. not enough.

dumbledora the explora

not enough

dumbledora the explora

not enough

DUMBLEDORA THE EXPLORA

..not enough

the candle went on vacation before leaving the taxi and we were left on the moon. spyro began to rise out of the ground, his minions of cheese dancing around at his sides

"you must travel to the land of unicorn befor yall peeps may pass"

gandalf was angry. nicolas cage was eating burger

we cannot do this, for chrales the unicorn would be angry and we have to wait until midnight before shaving the cat. the moon grumbled, it was lonely and we had to reassure it with soft back pats that chrales would not harm us because larry the benevolent dog would be there to keep him in check. or something.

I stare off into the distance, a star landing on my forehead and obscene gestures in your direction. as I brushed it off we walked to new york, on the corner of loser lane and skittles road. I went color blind, and you were there, wearing my favorite fedora and a peacock dress. naked peacocks were running around, wanting their feathers back and awfully cold in the roaring fire.

the metallic pinecone came running through, declaring his lesbian identity as metallic and not chrome. his mother, the pine tree of common sense was right behind him, shoutung that he not run with scissors. suddenly, the wheezard appeared next to me, as well as a dozen of his polar bear minions. his soft weasel fur blocked my breathing as I buried my face in his neck. he coughed, spat, and promptly fell over, dead. such was the wheezard.

his greatest enemy, the evil pedestrian hipster, had brought a ring for his proposal to him. he thought I killed him. I admitted to slicing the ketchep.

my robot badger minion appeared at my side, chasing him off into the portal of duck tape when he tried to shank me with a bill board.

I wanted coffee.

nyan cat came from the heavens, taking me into open,sugary arms. we made love all the way to the space port. it dawned on me like a baby duck in a tiolet.

slow roasted pikachu

with a dash

of love