now then, where does this come from?



one night while i was walking in the sun, i notices a flaming

bag sitting on a lawn at my uncles front door...

I snickered to myself, then quickly realized, "fire bad!".

i leapt from my bed, and came to the rescue...

i was naked, so the birds and trees were laughing

i shook my fist... "stupid wildlife" i said.

and stopped my firefighting...

quickly i ran o the garden shed, and grabbed the

sharpest tool i could find....

then i grabbed a dull axe...

ran back to the tree and birds and began hacking....

hacking....
hacking....
hacking....

then i finnaly got that crap out of my throat and started 

attacking the birds and tree... 
"stupid wildlife"

i then thought to my self, i've used that twice now, once

more and it could become a catch phrase...

this intrigued me...

i held the axe high above my head

and ran towards the tree...

"STUPID WILDLIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

there, now i have a catch phrase!

impressed with my new found  "get to know me by"

phrase ifinnished dimembering the corpse of the tree,birds

and various innocent bystanders on t his fateful, sunny

night.



"hmmm" i thought"do we REALLY need to put thoughts
 
into quotes?"

again this intrigued me, but i grew tired of being intrigued...

i danced on the bones and twigs and blood and goo

and sang "stupid wildlife"

i grew tired of this as well and decided to get back to the 

fire thing.

being naked, i ran swiftly...

it was cold...

i ran to the flaming bag, stomped on it, but unbeknownst 

to me it was filled with my lunch for tommorow...



i then thought, "you know, my head hurts from all this

thinking, but if that were manure...."

another thought interupted that one, it said "no....

"Stomping on bags of manure can only serve to make matters worse..."



M. opitz

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