30 May 2012
(By @naaviie and @Dovahkiin)
Sunlight splits into glitter, Over the taste of something bitter. Not a feeling, not a word. Something that's quite frankly absurd.
Like a top hat on a lion. Or hippo in a tie-dyed shirt. Not even a subjected iron to a table's terrible flirt.
It comes thundering over a watery horizon, Calamitous as a herd of wild bison. Giant razor teeth and oozy orange warts. Somehow infecting your very thoughts.
A wing dips in the water, he splutters and snorts. Wriggling around in his Hawaiian shorts. A terrible excuse for a beast. Diabolical at the very least!
Only one true talent he did possess. The ability to make a mind digress.
He's a drugged draconian dragon driving drunk, All striped up like a rock'n'roll skunk.
Mr Moonshine • Opuss № I