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Like mushrooms?

Tuesday, July 8, 2008


my thought place is still down for repairs but maybe a story will get me stinking i mean thinking again...This is the story of a lone mushroom named mushy.

It was a bright sunny and beautiful day in the area that this story takes place anyways a lone mushroom called mushy was tucked away in a damp dark corner in a green house his name was mushy he had never seen the outdoors world before everything he knew was in that small box where he lived. Mushy was a lone mushroom all his friends and family had been picked a couple of weeks ago and he didn't know why but he would soon find out. the day came that mushy was to be picked he had heard some rumors from the flowers that he was going to be made king and everyone knew flowers didn't lie because they were really pretty so they didn't need to make things up.

Mushy was so excited, the farmer came in and mushy was happy and filled with glee then with the swipe of the farmers hand mushy was ripped from the ground with that a sharp terrifying pain tore threw mushys body he could feel his legs being ripped from his feet, as he cried the farmer carried him to the house on the way he saw the outside world for the first time in his life, wow he thought to himself this really is an amazing place, he had never seen such beauty before unfortunately he was unable to enjoy it long as the farmer took him inside his house and placed mushy on a bench. This is it I'm going to be king thought mushy as the farmer brought out a large shiny object from under the counter, how pretty it was until the blade of a butchers knife came down on mushy slicing threw his limp little body, he couldn't handle the pain kicking and screaming with blood squirting from his open arteries it was the worst thing he had ever felt, soon the pain went and left mushy feeling so cold and numb, shacking and frightened mushy died there and then on the bench all alone but his life did not end i vein for that night the farmer had the most delicious meal of steak with mushroom sauce...yum!

Mushys memory will live on in the hearts of thousands they will always remember that if your kept in the dark and fed bullshit you will die by the hands of a farmer named old McDonald !

P.S. Brains still stuffed.


Lydia July 9, 2008 at 1:42 AM  

Hey.. I like Mushrooms! A lot.

But you know what you should do? You should go on tikatok and make this a book, and do some crappy illustrations to go with it. And you know what? I'd probably buy it.

Damian (666) July 9, 2008 at 5:24 AM  

cool sounds like a plan, i will write a book on mushy then use it to take over the world! (evil laugh)

Kelly July 9, 2008 at 1:20 PM  

That was certainly a goddam bee-utiful story, Damo. My guess is, is you must have ate Mushy in order to come up with this tale of insanity.

I'm envious.

Damian (666) July 9, 2008 at 8:57 PM  

I heard this story from a flower, a pretty flower!

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