Archive for March, 2011
Once upon a time there was a king, his name was Dr. Strong.
Dr. Strong lived in a great leather garden.
His queen has a little bird.
They ate cha-cha-cha’s whenever disco tasted ’shh’
And little crowes.
The king’s special project was called Zombax, a new pet species.
He spent most of his time communicating with his little animal friends, always nice and generous.
Um, sometimes metal guards like to take Zombax to special parks where little pets can entertain like fun biscuits, and adjust
their own images over and over.
Over and over.
That was cool.
Each pet had their own eagle hairspray, solid chewed soda and fear necklace.
Oh boy, Oh boy
Suddenly on the first day in the middle of spring, Dr. Strong had an argument with little bird.
The Zombax, the Zombax didn’t performed as well as good old days
Rabitt habits had brought Doctor to terminal boredom.
“You just don’t get… rrrid of everything you see,” said the little bird.
“Enough you!” called the doctor behind his elegant sunglasses, and ran through the yellow staircase to grand control room.
Grand control room dominated to beat ocean had a very special global weapon that smelled like lemon-honey lobsters.
“Oooh!” Big tears came and blurred his glasses while he frantically hit knobs and screens.
Large greasy-colored stars exploded from supermarket City to Fairy Island and blew Dr. Strong’s lifetime project and thick ring of smoke was the raincloud from the rocket window.