Something

Torso disconnected
Like a web that's hardly spun
No counters rest your head and
Life is crawling on

Last night I finished watching Hot Rod. Here are my thoughts:
It's an incredibly silly movie. Every single part of the movie flows from one silly idea STRAIGHT into the next. It's phenomitastic. It's truly a work of art. Everything that happens is something unexpected, something so unusual to the "normal" human function. I feel that way too many movies these days are too predictable. I know exactly what is going to happen next.
B-O-R-I-N-G. Hot Rod is the exact opposite, its' unexpected twists and turns are pleasing the the mind. I Loved it. If you watch it and don't love it, you're only seeing surface level.

Open Your Mind, Quaid! *wiggly fingers at YOU*

This bit was supposed to be posted yesterday, but failed.
To your left we have the bath house, and here we have the candy factory, and over there is where the beagles live. If you'd like a tour of the stadium, I'd be happy to oblige.

We closed our eyes to let the colors form, and they started stacking like a mad game of Tetris. A hybrid male began to form, a one hand clutch to the rain-stopper which carried his wind upwards. We glanced down, the bricks that made his feet were drizzling a mess of XX. Something to transfix our attention on. Panic frenzy, gasp for air. The mud below was stretching upwards. But despite the spit that ran leashless down her throat, no screams could be mustered. So mustard came and saved the day. The mud went away. And the tomato garden melted, causing the boy to yell "Catch up!!"

That's it for today. Goodbye loves.
Sophia