Perhaps the holy melon wasn't in season
Stay clear of the Granny of the Peas! She sleeps in a hammock full of used coffee grinds and despises sugar, hence her obession with lurid peas. "WORLD OF PEAS WORLD OF PEAS WORLD OF PEAS" her demented cockatoo screams into the midnight hours from her modestly designed bird cage purchased at IKEA. Granny Pea has lured many with her garden, tempting all who come her way with the prospects of being transformed into a Sicilian Blood Orange; Only to have your dreams reduced to becomming just another podded pea. Her dreams were crushed by an ancient prickly pear who stole her heart and she has never really gotten over it.
Try the melon once again. This time take kidnap him in black trash bag and take him to the ledge of a very high building. Holy Water Melons sometimes need a good threat in order to get cracking on promising visions of the future.
This is nomad. We don't really know about his past and he doesn't really like to talk about it. All we know is that he had a pretty rocky childhood. He isn't musicaly talented or gifted at dancing. Too bad, no Little Miss Sunshine contests for him I guess.
We like sleep
Meet Milky the wonder dog. She never speaks. I think she's maya angelo. I took her from a family with children grown too old to care about anything but tests. I cut her nails so now she runs alot. And then...crash time
party like a rock star
Ozzy Osborne once claimed he partied so hard he had no recollection of writing the song "Mr Crowley" A guitar genious...a staggering guru of intellectual prowess...Milky reads her dreams, then plays guitar. Soon damn it! Soon! The world will know her dreams
the drive to mexico on pch
the valley
blue cups
queen of the valley
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