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Having Cereal With J. R. R. Tolkien
A crisp summer day, the heat so thin you can see the bars in between the merging roads, hollow trees and light blue moon complexions surfacing off of the water beneath the raddle snake chin. A small portion of my front door was being occupied by J. R. R. Tolkien's fist, pounding away, while my local porn subscription moaned away.
Hold on! Hold on, I'll be there in just one moment, dammit Tolkien was a mad man pounding away, pound, pound, pound. I forced the door open, "WHAT?". Tolkien's uncle just received an ounce of sum Fruity Pebble acid tablets, each crunch was a trip down Sméagol's anal cavity, and while all this is going down Gandalf is whispering safe coming of a better tomorrow in your ear canal. Tolkien storms down my four wooden stained steps and opens the box. He runs across the room, kneeling down beside my audio player he places in a CD, boom!
Places it on full volume, it's some sort of desert trip music. Waving in lucid diamond symbols Tolkien pours the biggest bowl of cereal I've ever seen in my life. He pours the necessary liquid to indulge this psychedelic meal, and poof, he begins to go about this rant how Sam should of never met Frodo and how that fucked up the whole premise, while this rant audio is rising, the audio of the music is bouncing, here, there, inside the air. He also began to ramble on about Kristen Stewart fucking him over in a card game, and how Ben Affleck was originally suppose to play Gandalf. Just a lot of crazy horse feathers.
Hold on! Hold on, I'll be there in just one moment, dammit Tolkien was a mad man pounding away, pound, pound, pound. I forced the door open, "WHAT?". Tolkien's uncle just received an ounce of sum Fruity Pebble acid tablets, each crunch was a trip down Sméagol's anal cavity, and while all this is going down Gandalf is whispering safe coming of a better tomorrow in your ear canal. Tolkien storms down my four wooden stained steps and opens the box. He runs across the room, kneeling down beside my audio player he places in a CD, boom!
Places it on full volume, it's some sort of desert trip music. Waving in lucid diamond symbols Tolkien pours the biggest bowl of cereal I've ever seen in my life. He pours the necessary liquid to indulge this psychedelic meal, and poof, he begins to go about this rant how Sam should of never met Frodo and how that fucked up the whole premise, while this rant audio is rising, the audio of the music is bouncing, here, there, inside the air. He also began to ramble on about Kristen Stewart fucking him over in a card game, and how Ben Affleck was originally suppose to play Gandalf. Just a lot of crazy horse feathers.
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