3 Word Conversation!!

[Jet2]

have no faith

[freeztar]

in parachutes or

[Turtle]

minimizing carbon footprints.

[freeztar]

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6

PART 7

PART 8

 

Part 9

 

After the haze cleared, suspicion ameliorated the faint apparition that turned out to be detectable, like societal decline, or rotten eggs, or evenly keeled and colorless hadrons. “Hack At’cha Oyes”, he exclaimed while slipping his finger into his ear and eating the little bugs that were living there. All the while, an incompetent artisan inserted tiny pins into the center of his oversized ego, releasing all unexpressed frustration in a peculiar way. Trying hard, he let go of the yellow balloon, took deep breaths, and quickly died. Transcending the darkness, his dog rested in another dimension unknown to humanity. Similarly, compassion was obscured by the habituated ignorant hatred.

 

Mind-altered Minoans are capable of the most unimaginable balloon sculptures with big noses and little beady eyes. That see even interruptions briskly spent and punctuation ignored, which is annoying. Pop! Balloon bits are predictably the hardest to pick from wet cracks because of the principle of adhesion. This sticky principle makes sticky situations much more sticky. Suddenly, out of the god-forsake stick a stickless molecule went Möbius stuttering on Cartesian planes. The confused xy chromosome homosapien was bewildered by time and space continuums, so it built an intergalactic hotrod to appease and satisfy my inner-karma.

 

With the war looming overhead, umbrellas were given to protect against Rihannas’s crazy dance. In the streets, the people danced for a fortnight because the Alamo and riverwalk were simultaneously moonlit and this picturesque show of love captivated my heart. The beautiful spurts of passion among the flower children dancing together with the neocon rebels inspired many artists to write poems on internet pop-ups and table napkins and Indian telemarketers could feed families that needed dogma and rice.

 

Together, peanuts and mango go well with coffee and cigarettes. Unfortunately, chocolate milk is best consumed during solar eclipses and really big parties at which everyone gathers around a fire and drinks lots’a beer through PVC pipes from an enormous…which are inserted into their nostrils and then spewed vine drippings and danced tremulously backwards in patterns that sliced the ribbon exactly into fifths. The ribbon itself was made of long and silky strands of antimatter. Cutting this ribbon caused energy densities to precipitate outward. Harnessing this energy, the Bulgarian caterpillar weaves an intricate web of time wearing a monocle as he licks ice-cream from spine slobbering through it’s massive bloody jaws at Jorvag Dookinspooner, amazing clogging sensation. His bowels screamed upon masticating the tough and springy fibers of the oppositional theory proposed.

 

Backwards walked the stumbling blind human little did he know that a mutated ant was tapdancing around a pack of quizzical water buffalo. Wild mountain goats are regular swingers and frequently visit nudist space colonies located on Ganymede, where the debauchery is truly abundant and highly encouraged. However, average Ganymedians tend to be difficult to spot with a telescope because they often use invisibility cloak to sneak around the other folk who have the keys to the closet full of eunics. When released, these unsane flamenco Germans make sauerkraut and sail for treasure. Round the table, Ganymedians plan their next afternoon luncheon to discuss upcoming missions to Mars using Scotch fuel and Fresnel lenses.

 

Olympus Mons’ treasure is at the basin of the caldera. The treasure, mostly trinkets of rock and dust, is rather valuable because of the way that it combines with astrology to annihilate nudists who graze along the endless buffet, rubbing their nasties along the table with delightful enthusiasm that echoes their unfulfilled desires of festive food fornication. Now that ate the garbanzo, they moved on to polish sausage and pickled peppers. After feasting, they looked for some interesting way to depurate dirty desks. Once they found the “secret sauce” with eleven herbs of elven divinity, the calculated windspeeds were easily obtainable through sensory decay.

Meanwhile, wilderness strongholds flourish despite man’s attempt to eliminate all other types of winged sandals. Nonetheless, one must dance prior to a species’ rise. The same dance, ubiquitous throughout creation, is tha famous boo dee doo-bop stop drop roll backwards screwtop big bang boogey. It’s usually performed en masse and without a signal from the signaler who likes signaling.

 

Apart from dancing, Ganymedians also like dressing up in T-rex costumes to attract the nudists who live on Europa. They float to work on large round butt-cushions that have propellers which tend to rip themselves to shreds before arriving at a very inconvenient and totally unavoidable event horizon which Schwarzschild proclaimed flat, and wrongly so.

 

Of course, many drowned clowns believed that they could inhale water. However,like ordinary clowns, they could not. They can, however, skyfall in formations while juggling chainsaws and bowling balls. The favorite pastime of aspiring scientists is to watch CSI and Mythbuster, but while eating genetically-modified morsels of dark matter and washing it down with a tasty blue cream soda.

 

“Rats!”, Thor screamed, he’d electrocute his poodle, Cupcake. Smoking, he wept quietly. Cupcake had always chewed electrical cables but they were with Cleveland scientists. Cleveland scientists are not always bright, nor in Cleveland. Is it safe to assume the square root of bank accounts gives positive values? Perhaps we should cube it instead? But cubing wouldn’t achieve the results that are necessaryto make graphs of figurative numbers look exciting enough to look at.

 

Divergent neck giraffes proliferate amongst paltry incomes lesser scientists. And once again, time wasting continued as we embarked on a mission. Enjoy every day! before we pay the final day. Give a man three wishes and a tall, cold possum smoothie with a possum spoon, he will make other cold concoctions in an attempt to gag himself and thus rid himself of enormous conflagrations induced by a plethora of intentional mushroom explosions within his bowels that seem to color the walls with palpable spirit and groovy psychedelic pinwheels of love. March alongside his far flung trousers in the wind of ever increasing doubt and despair for hell is seen as uncertain sources of flatulence. In all probability, certainly somewhat likely, this hell is just the beginning maybe the end (not the middle) of a big hellular phone conversation with my girlfriend who’s incessant gabbing has completely blown the inner earlabia of my dome.

 

Clutching my pip, just one hand free I picked right of course, though left looked scintillating at first yet somehow uninviting. It’s too bad I lost my heart and soul to a freakishly incardanine howling pesheesh!. This produces one of those nasty no brainer ads with scantily clad cows in brazeers that tromp around Hypography. Hypography, where tromping is a rule of thumb, with thumbless individuals who dare to count to eight god it’s addicted to toe jam and consequently Earl.

 

Three blind lesbians and a deaf study rocket science while making movies in the kitchen with buttered toast and fresh toejam honey and tea. Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyl scratch their heads and toss beakers to Mitch Mitchell and Fristin Frubb wandering in wonderland. Wondering about wandering in wilderness wreaking havoc on hapless indecisivly decisive rodentia. Death to turkey..yeah hey whoops…dropping their giblets. Hey, how about someone putting all this together in one continuos story?

 

The never ending story of immortal bacteria consumed by consuming consumers consuming consumables in non-consumable packaging which smells like an old kipper in sheep’s clothing. “Ewwww”, gawked the jealous real sheep.

 

A secret place exists within those with internal light, like glow worms on fishing hooks made from glass from abysmal pits of pristine sand. Yes. Gooping forth, never stop. Oh, btw, where’s my cigarette? Where’s my solvent? You scare me, said the cherry to the berry while Indian curry sat laughing quietly at bowl’s bottom.

 

Stir it up, too drunk to get it up. I just LOL’d. So it goes. Sick and suck and flick and ****, I’m sorry. Well, not really. One, two, three, five…wait…what? Give me stupid piles of it. Miles of it. From San Fransisco (love sourdough bread, hate skin head…I hate too). What about three? I want cheese. That or this. This and that. Que up please, on your knees, everyone who breathes don’t eat cheese, especially the bries. Here comes again, the unending end, no goodbyes friend as friends fly with doves cry into the black of raven night. With saddened hearts, you and I illuminate weary skies.

 

Cut to bone, bleed til dry (he said derisively). Hearts will fly, butterfly bandage apply, rocky mountain high. Above, clouds fly to go awry but not stay. Moving on then to the next planetary nebula abeam riding solar wind we search for microscopic particles of unobtainium for our next life. For it is known heaven is on Earth, not in space. Likewise, love is In the heart of fluffy rabbits, but not snotites. Where do we get our chutzpah?

 

In your heart, you must know the real reason for tomato soup. If not, then learn it now! It will save you from your fate. Time and money is hard to correlate with fruit. What about foot? That’s much easier said than done, especially on Tuesdays. Wednesdays are slightly ascure and hassel, it sucked because it was thirsty for mundaneness trivial pursuits of Tuesday’s carefree latitudes. Why must it always be so?

 

That’s the way I like it uh huh uh huh, that’s the way uh huh. I like it when birds chew because they don’t; usually they simply use Mayan calendars. The Tzolkin Eagle and Tzolkin Turtle converged upon the thirteen month year, which unfortunately belongs to Gregorian dude. Er…Jewish dude?

But really, Venus taunts me with 3 word conversation about Marty McFly and Biff too. But for some, flux-capacitors, the future can be daunting. Jerk its pretty head and tips its cap frontways, jaunty mannered without his chapstick handgun. Suddenly the time…this makes sense?...was asked arrived, on the wings of lumpy dumplings. Flying dumplings can erupt in joyful barks of glee like rice crispies and the snap dip in sauce snow peas provide.

Wherever feeblefetzers congregate, in yellow clothes, trouble is sure double the trouble quotient expected under previous methods and measurements. With this new recipe for disaster, we can concoct teriyaki disaster or chocolate dessert bliss. Few chocloteers know that pies are square unless they’re brownies or really lame. What a shame! Thus ends another day in the derisive planetary nebula. Carefully, he sifts magnetite for gold while contemplating alchemy republic from banana isolated potassium derivatives. One may find light emitting diodes in generic socks, can create kinetics as well as many crazy thoughts.

 

Toes shouldn’t have a sexual nature when they’re tapping or skinny dipping in the river. You will never see the pickle annoyed by hassle while wearing tassles while juggling some balls and bottles in zero gravity, far from the tapping toes Tao. What is Tao? Where is Tao? When is Tao? We sew thought. Te knew that? Te is what? Te how tao. The confused man listened vey intently while nature called him a fool. “Why?”, he asked (newcomer inda house!).

 

Once upon a time in a far off science-forsaken land there lived a….Three words man! Jet said, as rules are rules. No fun guys. Buy bigger toys for littler boys with big dreams, an empty sack, heavy hearts wander forest picking their noses when their scones dropped 32% in value with honey trailing and bees attacking, to bitter ends.

 

“Please somebody help!”, the nudist shouted . Boerseun quickly responded whilst unzipping his trousers and putting a rabbit’s foot over his giblets. “O M G!”, the rabbit cried to the trousers needlessly large zipper. Boerseun continued unabashed while looking at his furry goal of perpetual desire. Unfortunately, the rabbit could not catch anything, being pawless. The Trix rabbit threw three die and scored two. Must be god who said “Crikey!”. “Crikey?”, the croc replied with curiousity. Snake eyes? No, don’t test God’s smiting techniques lest you be judged by the size of your feet. Step by step, he slowly realized that he didn’t have any shoes and reacted by walking on his hot coal bed. “Ouch!”, yelled the doctor as he pulled a banana from the gaping hole in the patient’s frontal lobe.

 

It seems things aren’t as fun anymore now that Arthur Clarke has left us (RIP). Pity then that people that leave on a jetplane have no faith in parachutes or minimizing carbon footprints.

[kalexia]

Genius! How long did it take you to put all the words together? ( We've stopped the 3-word stuff right??)

[freeztar]

Genius! How long did it take you to put all the words together? ( We've stopped the 3-word stuff right??)

 

It took me about an hour and a half of straight work. :QuestionM

And no, the 3 word conversation never ends...

 

 

One fine day...

[Turtle]

, three words conveyed

[REASON]

, I awoke to

[kalexia]

even after endless

[kalexia]

did we all post at the same time, as nothing makes sense. (sorry for writing far too many words)

[freeztar]

Looks like it...let's go with the first one.

 

One fine day, three words conveyed...

[kalexia]

how crazy people

[freeztar]

tend to post

[Tolouse]

off the wall

[REASON]

and highly nonsensical

[Tolouse]

comment in some

[alexander]

weird and sometimes