Here lies the residue of the media conglomerate known as "The Animating Apothecary," source of obscure pharmaceutical ephemera and thought, created fresh(ish), but now reduced to howling into the wind, sketching in sand, and nibbling at the crustier extremes of an overbaked society. Also ANIMATION!
I like burnt toast. I made a crunchy meatloaf tonight. It has carbon. I am carbon based. If I ever burn my fingers, I may be my own lunch. I also had a bear tonight. A beer. A bear would be silly. If I were a bear's lunch, I'd be pretty burned. And then I'd have dinner too. Maybe I'd invite the bear for a beer. A Hamm's. A hemms. Ahem. Time to dream of bears. A bare dream. No that's something completely different. That's a Python. A python in a bare dream with a beer and a bear. As long as I'm not bare with a bear and a beer. That would be a bore.
I should write this down.
There once was a saucy mosquito
Who craved a juicy burrito
But when she lay in the mud
She switched her desire to some Cheetos.
Sleep can only help so much.... (rewrite when awake to...)
Abuzz in jungled mosquitoes
Was an egg-borne pester of cheetas
She hummed o'er the swamp
All primed for a romp
But settled for tartare burritos
And, emerging from the fog:
A submental collection of weasels, Oleagenous as freshly-lubed diesels, Tied themselves into knots On the subject of shots. News report: they all died of the measles!