The light came from under the rock we figured was weird because of the strange kind of glowing thingamabobs around that kept on growing and growing but then we found something new and put us in the past but we were scared of Cat among other people but then daemons from a book made of human flesh and bones ran in circles tightening the spiral of endless time and infinite loops towards a kayak filled with watermelons that were rolling with such glee towards a wall to splatter.

Considering that the wall was rubberized glue which had been left around the rather ugly looking old lady called she who shall fall asleep and be grumpy as she wakes up and tears down the street in a yellow dot with blue bits and yellow kittens but is also uncanny and silly with strange colours painted on her and red ribbons with yellow flowers in the woods by the lake near the swamp that smelt of rotten tomato plants and chicken fingers and FISH FINGERS!!!!! Which tasted like some weird toejam so we left to go to somewhere mysterious and wonderful such as cereal and milk and fishfingers and rice crispies and run-on sentences and so forth.

Periods are bad for guys in general but who knows what that means when it comes from behind with a pocket watch the size of a penny. Something tells me that this is not the beginning-end or end-beginning of the new thingamajig of supercalifragilisticexpialidocious-ness which happens from the gerbil of a hamster cage inside the tube filled with feathers and scaled from a dragon of Bill Gates with the microsoft Apple of doom with Steve Jobs working with skype instant messaging and the virus AOL and yahoo IMing and Google domination against dogpile search and strange events on forums that spam up the database of an invincible software made by microshaft and other companies with odd symbols painted in blood and white flowers of unknown origin and dubious taste of oatmeal cookies with sugar plums and cloudy mornings with two words of chicken soup and three words that make sense or not but the style doesn’t really matter as the world gets smaller and smaller until you can’t read the letters within or between the lines of text and characters on Excel spreadsheets and word documents and Powerword: Point and access queries and breakfast cereals with milk cartons and hotdogs with hawaiian punch which is so nice that people cheer but stop when I FART AND shout miscellaneous ideals and I telled Isn’t it ironic when scullions dance and jump about and shag...

But it was tall and fat but I moved in to shag more on the carpet but then the shag grew tall...