There once was a race of minature suns called the Pooky

[Qrrrbrbirbel]

This is what happens when it's a lonely night with just me and my dictionary.

On a generic Tuesday at a nonspecific time,
there lived a discrepant race of people who led
a very destined life with many prodigies. These
are the Pooky, an aneroid, anfractuous, and
angelic people who are born with epic, heroic,
and chivalrous ambitions. Characteristically,
the Pooky are edentulous, and use sheer chutzpah
to bash batter and banter their prey into sublime
submission with any accumulating arduous means
necessary. Physically, the Pooky average around
three feet in diameter, and are dynamically denser
then nearly all neutron stars. They have a wholehearted
halo of shinistic pyro that sibilates simplistically
around the pure ball of pixilated plasma whose
materialistic matter constantly consists of contained
and contoured antimatter fantastically floundered
about by a thin layer of vibrant orange diamond.
The Pooky always eagerly and enthusiastically
engage in a sport called Haertu, though some do
undoubtedly perilously plunge expectedly and
uncertainly to their dysfunctional death, though
there is not one omnipotent Pooky who is not
birthed without the ominous onslaught of lewd
lust for this game. All Pooky born are omniscient,
omnipotent, and arcane in their addictive and
all-powerful abilities. Most Pooky do not live to
be more than twenty years in age, as puberty hits
them and most cannot resist the malicious and
monotonous callings of newfound voices in their
head and the plunge off of Bigfall Cliffs. Pooky call
the placid and perilous place of Bycron home.
With its contemplative and complex catacombs,
which stereotypically spiral southward in an inspired
and idealistically innovative fashion, Bycron terrorizes
the manipulative mines of mind. The swiftly side
winding streets and avenues of alacrity in Bycron
leave nothing to the wary and apprehensively
antagonistic apoplexy of adolescents rampantly
roaming them. An archetypal day in the lamented
land of Bycron consists of: a slowly fixed breakfast,
The Sensible Sagacious School of Institution for
the pachoy, or little ones, a universal collaboration
of concentrative followers of Rockism, the one
and only religion in Bycron, assemble to contemplate
the arcane idol of Ran-Domq, the one and only
Daemon, and frantically finalize a fruitful evening
with a round of spirits and stories. Rockism is the
study of Ran-Domq and his tenacious teachings of
the belief in Alanima, or "The One Soul." "The One Soul"
pertains prophetically to the event in which the
descension into the holy hole is the end of livid and
lively lives alike, and all is forgiven but fanatically is
not forgotten as all Pooky partake in final fulfillment.
The cohesive and controlled community of the Pooky
is perversely playful and paved in rock-hard determination
for Alanima and, as a recurring result, they all live
life vigorously by two maniac mottos:
"Always have heart, for without it, you cannot possibly pump all that blood" and "ONE OF US!"



<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: Qrrrbrbirbel on 2005-10-14 18:44 ]</font>

[Tact]

On 2005-10-14 18:42, Qrrrbrbirbel wrote:
The cohesive and controlled community of the Pooky
is perversely playful and paved in rock-hard determination
for Alanima and, as a recurring result, I live
life vigorously by two maniac mottos:
"Always have heart, for without it, you cannot possibly pump all that blood" and "I AM CRAZY!"

[Qrrrbrbirbel]

On 2005-10-14 18:55, Tact wrote:

On 2005-10-14 18:42, Qrrrbrbirbel wrote:
The cohesive and controlled community of the Pooky
is perversely playful and paved in rock-hard determination
for Alanima and, as a recurring result, I live
life vigorously by two maniac mottos:
"Always have heart, for without it, you cannot possibly pump all that blood" and "I AM CRAZY!"

Haha but did you like it or just plain not understand it. I remember what most of the words mean, but it's just one of my newfound hobbies.

[Blitzkommando]

[Sef]