Colonies

the children were basking in the moonlight as they did of every huckleberry harvest
but alas, great bread watched in awe

war was coming.

Sand crate

the man of the moon left his sand crate on my balcony one eve
i left it there for a day or two, but after a short time i was quite intrigued by it.
i urged towards it, though it shied away
i clambered on its tassles, ha!, i claimed and sank away
shinkle shangle on my meat, cranberry soda, horribly sweet
aha i shouted and it said again
my penny is worth more than thine golden henn
fuck, a two shoed pincher
finch on glass
not on my nose
but no with a farsch
crabs?
in my vagina he claimed
ah so now i see
not with those eyes
crabs in my vagina, they cause me some pain
glass housed finches with nowhere to fly
sand horrors jumping, from bottom to sky

Horacios nostalago

Samward beetroot and his burnt for-feethster had no orange rupes and so claimed the rock of sundown their nose. A hand of bathory with fire for sand had not worried a camp master on his duty, though the settles were restless. Never low the sun of day, ate kork milk a giant finch. Korben, the lone scarab rider fell to the sand off his valiant steed and cursed at his beets. Roger, the almighty sandpit warrior fought away the herraghy blues with her old finch shoes. Pucas above all, sat on a rock and counted the waves, as in sand has a man not much more to do.

Halo 3

A tale of Hardship....
A tale of Loss....
A tale of somewhat....
Sand Woes....

I rode my grand-a-beeg across the dunes until I finally reached EB, the video game store I had been seeking. My goal was to reach it by midnight to partake in the launch of the final chapter in the Halo Trilogy.

I entered into the crowd, Halo fans from across the entire galaxy had assembled to witness the spectacle. There was much excitement as all the geeks began to fester on their skin and holes appeared with boils and blood seeping from all gashes and some writing tentacles lashed out within them.

There was a roar as the copies of the game were brought forward, the geeks all began a chant and banged battle drums and began taking all their clothes off and some were beginning to run against one another which created electrical sparks. The atmosphere was electric, but then out of nowhere, A GRAND SAND SCARAB BEETLE ERUPTED FROM THE SANDS! "LOOK!" cried one of the geeks "its a scarab from Halo 2!" The grand sand scarab lashed out its spined tongue and imapled him then slid him within its slimey jaws and smiled.

The Grand Sand Scarab feasted upon all of those at the Halo 3 Launch, except for me. But alas my torture and suffering was far greater, for the next millenia I was sentenced to ride the Grand Sand Scarab Beetle. Through the abyss's of time we would ride, into the fires and into the stars. Forever.

Sand woes, oh my sand woes

sand woes, oh my sand woes
hermond beeth of the gardened nose
sand woes of hardened toes
feet of open socks, do nigh but shows

hollow rows of belt makers foes
sand woes, oh my sand flows
sand hoes, sand woes of the nose
fur coat nose, oh my sand grows

oh sand sand, sand sand
ahoy my sand , oh sorrowful glows
harrowed old nose, fathomed mans clothes
the shop comes to close and the ladies bent nose

ahargh my hent bleedfinth
a shandy of mushrooms and shoes
sand woes, oh my sand woes
borrow from me, naught only beastial wonderings

gerkhin jerkhin, followed groves
harrowed rose, banded clothes
sanded shores on the beaches resumé
a handled finch never does but sigh to the sun

horumund money-maker
sent from the gallows
fought night till midnight
and lost his shoes
oh sand, sand woes of mine

to the mournful gleem,
a lost rope of knots.
tie them my friends
or fall to the omen

handled by the master
the finch sighs to the sun
and claims with a sigh,
oh my sand woes

woes of the sand i bid thee
my nose
and harp of well-meaning
oh my sand woes

sharp salute
sand harrows clothes
borrowed from those who give not
a sorrowful crow
oh my woes

sand oh my sand
woes oh my woes
far from the end
but not the beginning

oh my woes of sand why speeketh
thee on this night a garland of noses
and three decibled clams
winches on taps without
claim to the butterman

sink on my toes
oh my lost sand woes
lost in my mind
but slowly arose

to my mind came the woes
of sand and the nose
but call of the nose not my woes
oh but just sand woes
sand woes, oh my sand woes

Green handed

Soup lorseington was a grand old bank. He held four fathoms with his Gallaheen Foosth. Of course this was not the column of gardenbeehb that fortified the shilker. Jerubeen Jerubeen, where have you been, i saw your Hose but not your Keen. Shining Hoofs of Bernard man's horse, you have no idea how to contort my lorse, though harrows be nigh and a roost cocks his crow. Four marching moon gurds watch from below. I sway with my cattle-stamp and four long green hands, i march up the broken ward to my new found finch. Cecilia claims she isnt asian but i know she is, the lying finch. i found her quandry on the fourth bellow, though she knows not my pallot she sees through the hand of meegrah, green though it is, i caught her lying red handed, even though the name be green.

How it is.

~everything is shit~



The End.

Zelble leblebleble

A giant foozth once claimed upon me, "Zelble leblebleble" unto his knowledge i forsooth my name, seven carnigals and four wishgrancks.
Accordian player of marrowfinths dao. Ho humble my guardian, ho humble thy crown. A mantoothed bean salad with four speckled dicks. my humble nose guardian ho sheffle doth flicks.
Do sweep my garden of napes. Agar agar of carved helum shades. oh soy of the fountain i beckon doth yourn. Clams of feeble forresters sand yarned to sweet. Beckon forth the axe weilding man. O carnegey harrum seedwitch, your end is at hand. Execution for those who force against slander, with milk and heefs on geerubs.

Sand woes, oh my sand woes

Bernard Hose, with my sand woes. Grabbed by the nose, torn from his clothes. Ignorance shows, it shines and glows. Men march in rows, their ignorance grows.
Alvan Amarum said to my beeth, "go helegeed, go helegeed go helegeedgeeth."
"oh twas to my second, of narvumni nighth a chance may it be,"
"go helegeed"
", that stumble upon i may, a sharpened saw of seeth,"
"go helegeed"
", a tram of good fortune, with no harrowed beeds?"
"go helegeedgeeth"
"twas fortune of course that bound fates of ours to trees"
"helegeedgeeth"
Twas on that night might i add, Alvan Amarum failed to corrupt the sand of Cedrick Bo Hamew, which to his own falling was not on the clams, but moved to the forage of Carbenby Gordon.

Star Wars: The Untold Story: Episode I

Darth Vader stood aloft a large sand beast and beckoned forth Crab Soldiers to engage the Rebels hiding under some beaver skins. Crab Soldiers had come into serve the Empire over the shitty Stormtroopers as they had crappy plastic armour and could be raped by several Ewoks.

Brak-Lork a Tusken Raider watched the spectacle of the Imperials battling the Rebels across the sand dunes, not just any mere sand dunes, HIS SAND DUNES, sacred site of the sand people where they would gather sand for festivals of dance and singing. He held high his gaffi stick and cried a howl for Tusken reinforcements, and as Old Ben Kenobi would say; theyll be back, and in greater numbers too.