everyone is dead! they caught a disease and died! don't be silly. ninjas are immortal and, oft times, magical creatures.   | immortal and magical are they? tell me, have you ever met one of these "ninjas"? well, no one after they donned the garb of the all stealthy. | would you like to? of course. we might then be able to glean some truth from the madness that surrounds us. | "that surrounds us" - nice. | so ... you've met one? yes. | before i went for my walk, i met one during the dust storm. do you think you can remember where? | i'm not likely to forget. then lead on good sir. |
by Lliam Amor, Dan Beeston and the Goatlord.
©2009 Dan Beeston
Gleaning things is always nice.
I enjoy gleaning donkeys who are addicted to ice.
I glean camels, I glean chimps.
I glean sofas that invariably hide gimps.
I was once described as a dirty, rotten gleaner.
That person, I was later told, had been violated by another's wiener.
All in all, gleaning is fun.
You there, wench, pour me another rum.
