Thursday, August 01, 2002

My toes have little hairs on them. When I line them up, they are like 10 little bald men, all in a row.
Apparently I have been far too generous in my watering. The plants are flourishing. This cannot be allowed. Growth implies hope. Hope implies desire. Their desires should be to please and worship me alone. None of this having thoughts of growing, and drinking, and being merry. Merry, a hobbit. Also spelled midget. Where are my shoes?
Sometimes sausages are round. But sometimes... oh sometimes... they are flat. Beware the sausages!
It's August. Midgets hide in closets, so watch your shoes.