At some point, and I can’t say when, the old demon had changed in appearance. As I watched, he changed more and more. He no longer had a tail that I could see, as he was now wearing pants. A red coat with a big, shiny black belt also took shape on his form. “As you can see,” he said, “your view of the world is changing now. You are actually skipping sideways in time. By now, the day of the surveillance pickles is near an end. I would be surprised if there was one to be seen a year from today. They were never my idea, you know. None of it was. It was all just a possible path for events, which was chosen by the collective will of all conscious beings. Most of it comes from local consciousness, but some from a larger collective encompassing all of space and time. If it was just you wishing for the changes, it probably wouldn’t happen. But many people are put out by pickle peeping, and reality was always moving away from it. You had a direct influence today, but it was already going to happen, if not as quickly. It’s still there, but now it’s only a remote and unlikely possibility. You’re still there, but your mind and will are here. You are living in a more positive light. It will change how the rest of your days unwind as well. You’re lucky to have Violet as a friend. This could have gone very poorly. I’ll be off now. If you need to call on the Christmas Spirit again, try some evergreen garland and some twinkling lights. You shouldn’t need more than that now. Merry Christmas, and give Violet a wink and a nod from me.” And he’s gone. As much as such a being is ever gone. Well… that was so much less magical than I had anticipated. It turns out that the entire universe is actually poop. But I guess it worked out okay, so… Merry Christmas.
Quite remarkable, sir. I commend your superior tear duct equipage. I don’t believe I’ve ever met a marshmallow-crier before; surely, not here in Froglandia, though I’ve heard some odd tales about the Boy Scouts….
Meh~tdology, fka Pepelaputr almost 5 years ago
You’ll feel better when you make the hot cocoa to go with those marshmellows.
Of course, once you’ve cheered up the marshmellows end.
Baslim the Beggar Premium Member almost 5 years ago
If you really could cry marshmallows, you’d never be lonesome.
!!ǝlɐ⅁ Premium Member almost 5 years ago
Don’t these marshmallows block your tear ducts?
Radish the wordsmith almost 5 years ago
I’ll get the chocolate and graham crackers.
*Hot Rod* almost 5 years ago
❤ i know a women who cries hard boiled eggs. ❤
Howard'sMyHero almost 5 years ago
Get . Rid . Of . The . Bow . Tie
Rotifer POLICE VIDEOS WERE SO OCTOBER Thalweg Premium Member almost 5 years ago
If Hank was alive this would kill him.
Zebrastripes almost 5 years ago
Ewww! Too sweet….
Brass Orchid Premium Member almost 5 years ago
At some point, and I can’t say when, the old demon had changed in appearance. As I watched, he changed more and more. He no longer had a tail that I could see, as he was now wearing pants. A red coat with a big, shiny black belt also took shape on his form. “As you can see,” he said, “your view of the world is changing now. You are actually skipping sideways in time. By now, the day of the surveillance pickles is near an end. I would be surprised if there was one to be seen a year from today. They were never my idea, you know. None of it was. It was all just a possible path for events, which was chosen by the collective will of all conscious beings. Most of it comes from local consciousness, but some from a larger collective encompassing all of space and time. If it was just you wishing for the changes, it probably wouldn’t happen. But many people are put out by pickle peeping, and reality was always moving away from it. You had a direct influence today, but it was already going to happen, if not as quickly. It’s still there, but now it’s only a remote and unlikely possibility. You’re still there, but your mind and will are here. You are living in a more positive light. It will change how the rest of your days unwind as well. You’re lucky to have Violet as a friend. This could have gone very poorly. I’ll be off now. If you need to call on the Christmas Spirit again, try some evergreen garland and some twinkling lights. You shouldn’t need more than that now. Merry Christmas, and give Violet a wink and a nod from me.” And he’s gone. As much as such a being is ever gone. Well… that was so much less magical than I had anticipated. It turns out that the entire universe is actually poop. But I guess it worked out okay, so… Merry Christmas.
coltish1 almost 5 years ago
I’m so lame I could sweat snail trails.
*Hot Rod* almost 5 years ago
Hey ya all..
Sweet Potato Pie
Sisyphos almost 5 years ago
Quite remarkable, sir. I commend your superior tear duct equipage. I don’t believe I’ve ever met a marshmallow-crier before; surely, not here in Froglandia, though I’ve heard some odd tales about the Boy Scouts….
Radish the wordsmith almost 5 years ago
Is that Frogbert?