Fatpot

-The Story(IES) Written Through A Trip-
-By Fatpot-

...........what? the harbour was closed?! jimmy, go get the seargeant and prepare the windmills! sir yes sir!

*when the meatloaf ate the ham*

Blippimmy sir! taht aint a big bowl of fish yer got there...
of course not! im a farmer you see, and i came to get mah medication.
oh....i see must romulus, the deed is set and the pains are growing to cease, rock on sarge....

*whent he ham exploded int he meatloaf's stomach thus creating a 1:1 ratio kill*

well.......im sure glad my car is ok....
THIS JUST IN YOUR CAR IS DEAD
what?! is this what the foam means?! is it really my day of roaming?! are theyr eall here to consume the paradox that breahtes my air?!
THIS JUST IN YOU DONT EXIST

*death and rebirth of the galagas*

there came a time of nothingness, a space of nothing...
a nothing of nothing/ perhaps a something over a nothing? or maybe.....matter did not exist......since nothing contains nothing.
there came a time of potato fries and tabasco sauce, where bliss is pocket change. where there is no might nor below. where grass can be any colour. where the only thing u turn on its darkness, not light. where diffrernces will be settled with a hug. where cake tastes like air and sugar is crisp and bagely.