posted on Mar, 15 2014 @ 10:18 AM
reply to post by Aleister
*swimming deep within the cows lower intestine , funBox see's a feint light , quickly dropping the Mentos inside the soda bottle , he screws the cap
on tight, and gives the cap a tiny tap*
imagine at this point , something akin to a noise and light that has the mind drilling intensity as the foreknowledge that this Sunday , certain
visitors will be knocking at the door, pushing a certain kind of mind fudge , that's equally comparable in a reflective synergistic way in both noise
*funBox fly's out of the cows arse with thunder in his eyes, which is quickly replaced by a deeply intense red glow far below.
his tentacles rotate into whirring mind blur, as he glides above the cloud of sickly smelling, acrid and musty tasting smoke,
it whirls below him like a ghost of the past as he empties his lungs , swoops in close and opens his mouth and yawns..
a great tug, the field and players all rush upwards in yodelling unison, the smoke ,99.9694111639% of the fire and a passing cloaked cabbage get
chewed and swallowed , as funBox closes his beak with a snap. the players and fans fall back to the field and enjoy a slap up icecream made from the
remaining fire ... 'hot hot hot
edit on 15-3-2014 by funbox because: wolves added sence, then took away sensibility