Strange Liveforms allover the place
Created | Updated Mar 17, 2002
The last thing, I intended to do, was to research new live forms (at least none with less than two breasts) but recently I wanted to empty my trashcan, and, hey, there was a voice. Can you imagine my expression when I heard a voice right out of my trashcan calling
" NO, please wait, i want to stay right here, where it is so nice and comfy " - "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" I replied a little bit shocked. Later I discovered, that the voice was a really nice voice. ( Just like the voice you hear in your dreams telling you if you don´t get rid of your clothes quick, they possibility for them to see the morninglight in one piece has dropped beyond zero )
As I recovered I thought again, and believed, it must have come from some TV in the neighbourhood. But just when i lifted the can again,
the voice called again.
So, what could I do, to comfort a voice that alone was able to give you wet dreams ?
I decided to talk. "What the heck are you " I cried " And what are you doing in my trashcan " "The thing you call a trashcan is my home"
answered the calm voice " I live here since I can think "
"That could be a damn long time " I thought to myself for I emptied my trashcan .... (thats none of your buissenes allright !)
"But don´t you agree that it do smell a little bit ?" I managed to ask the voice. "No its just comfy, please let me live right here"
I had no chance to reply to that, because the can was suddenly filled up with a sobbing and pleading that no normal man can withstand longer than a second. So I took the trashcan, lifted it up all three stairs to my room and bought a new, can the same day.
I haven´t seen the liveform in my trashcan by now, but I´m pretty sure
it emerged from my dead tamagochi and some cheesesandwiches I forgot.
Her favourite foods are tissues and she wants to be called Loretta
for some reason.
" NO, please wait, i want to stay right here, where it is so nice and comfy " - "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" I replied a little bit shocked. Later I discovered, that the voice was a really nice voice. ( Just like the voice you hear in your dreams telling you if you don´t get rid of your clothes quick, they possibility for them to see the morninglight in one piece has dropped beyond zero )
As I recovered I thought again, and believed, it must have come from some TV in the neighbourhood. But just when i lifted the can again,
the voice called again.
So, what could I do, to comfort a voice that alone was able to give you wet dreams ?
I decided to talk. "What the heck are you " I cried " And what are you doing in my trashcan " "The thing you call a trashcan is my home"
answered the calm voice " I live here since I can think "
"That could be a damn long time " I thought to myself for I emptied my trashcan .... (thats none of your buissenes allright !)
"But don´t you agree that it do smell a little bit ?" I managed to ask the voice. "No its just comfy, please let me live right here"
I had no chance to reply to that, because the can was suddenly filled up with a sobbing and pleading that no normal man can withstand longer than a second. So I took the trashcan, lifted it up all three stairs to my room and bought a new, can the same day.
I haven´t seen the liveform in my trashcan by now, but I´m pretty sure
it emerged from my dead tamagochi and some cheesesandwiches I forgot.
Her favourite foods are tissues and she wants to be called Loretta
for some reason.
