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Eenie meenie miney mo Catch a tiger by the toe. Eenie meenie miney me Caught that tiger and set it free. Eenie meenie miney mound Now it's charging through the town. Eenie meenie miney me I shouldn't have set it free. Eenie meenie miney mo Now it's caught me, by the toe. Eenie meenie miney me This is such a bad opportunity.

I totally doubt that You and I Will ever see things Eye to eye. First off it was The plums in the icebox Then it was The rest of the icebox. I fully doubt that You and I Will ever see things Eye to eye. It was the paint On the roses, The cards on The deck (where Chromos used to play). I doubt that You and I Will ever see things Eye to eye. I wonder why You hang around so much (It's useless anyhow) But I somehow put up with you.                                                      Dammit.

Is it a curse? Is it a trap? Of course it's a trap, Everything's a trap Trap trap trap trap Some so obvious, Some not so much. The obvious ones are like that banana peel over there. The not so obvious are when you wear a tin foil hat. It's all a trap! If paranoia's all I got left, Why bother anyway? Don't forget to sharpen your wood covered graphite cylinders.

I have been compared, Not you, me. Yes, I have been compared To a quadruped, A two dimensional object And best of all Described as something I Am NOT. I'm fine with being compared to a rabbit Once it has been drenched with Sudsy H2O All that fluff gone and only a skinny shivering Carcass of an animal. If an animal I am Then an animal I shall be. I am fine with being compared with a Disney character, Although I do not endorse Disney The animation is fine enough. There's one thing off though. There are too many catchy songs That's not good I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts Sitting all nicely in a row Bum bum bum An

Now that I think of it,                       I HATE leading Starting something, yes Leading a bunch of people and decision making, no Leave me the behind the scenes stuff and leave me alone That's pretty much where I actually excel at. Put me in the limelight and all I do will be to reflect the light out at people's eyes And stand there, shocked and still Just like a naked statue with the public gawking at it, expecting some sort of revelation Hell to the fucking no Whatever revelation you expect, don't That's the most that you will get from me And don't expect any more `Cuz you will be very very                            

Street vendors don't always sell much. The only thing I, the vendor sold was a small nondescript jack-in-the-box. The colorful bands, the lovely melody, all contained in a box full of secrets. " A jack in the box huh? … It's on sale too… Could be a good gift for…" The voices droned on and on. Nobody even bothered to touch or even bothered to crank the handle of the mysteriously wonderful box. All those colors! A masterpiece! Of course I didn't make it. It was handed down from generations to generations in my family! Why am I selling it? For personal reasons of course. But would anyone care? "Can I try it out?" Of course

     The world is over! Take your heavy carcass off the chair and look outside. Out there be zombies. It is currently a zombie apocalypse. How would you survive? Stock up on supplies, go on a zombie slaying rampage, let them eat you or isolate yourself in the most extreme conditions. Either way, most of the population of living organisms in the world would probably not survive.     At the first mention of humanoid undead, a zombie would probably be the first thing that pops into any sane person's mind. Originally, zombies were just animated human corpses, something like a morbid puppet, but with mind-altering drugs instead of physical strin

"Look, all I'm doing here is up to you. Anything I do here is because you let me. It's not like I'm going to barge in all over the place and stomp over your rhododendrons or something. Wait wait wait wait!!!" The door slammed. Dammit. Back in the boxroom, this time, very dark. Touchy subjects; flowers. Remember the Eadle twins? Guess I should have talked about them more.        Dwight Thomas Eadle, the elder by about a minute and maybe the only Eadle with a working mind. Seeing that the two have the capacity of arguing with Mr. Byrd shows their intelligence quota to be less than average. Mr. Byrd's intelligence quota goes to the advanced l

There I was, sitting in a dark boxroom, still full of boxes and hopefully one occupant. Okay maybe not too dark. There was a flimsy looking oil lamp near the left corner of the ceiling fan, dangerously close, and not much else on the ceiling to look at. Mr. Byrd and the Eadle twins were outside the door, arguing. Confused? I suppose so, I'm confused as well, talking to myself. Okay I should start at the beginning. It was a dark and stormy day, screw clichés, I was walking through a town full of boarded up windows and not much left on the street. Things that strayed out into the open were met with an onslaught of rain. The wind wasn't m

In the cool night, A wild goose flies Calling as it goes A shadow against The wintery sky. The calling echoes In the forest beyond. Animals lay here Huddled for warmth Shelter among the trees Their purpose unseen.