The result of a taking-turns-one-word-per-turn story game:
Once upon a lemur who flew across cityscapes to house his homework when a kiwi materialized. He asked himself why cake breathes. Then the timetraveling kiwi said, “He isn’t wont to love; therefore, die.” Expiring, the lemur cursed and thanked FSM for disproving divinity. After dying, his last words opened the gates of the wardrobe from Narnia once they broke. And weeping, the kiwi squealed. His trachea vanished. At last, normalcy ends.
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- A stupid question
- A compliment
- A story
- A poem
- About you
- Why you follow me
- If you met me what would you do
- A cute message
- One thing you want to tell me
- Something about yourself
- Something you assume about me by my blog
- Anonymous
- Un-Anonymous
(via fireantacidtongue)
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