The "eyes" have it
OK, so I'm late. It doesn't mean anything other than I was busy amusing my navel's muse. She's actually imaginary, imagine that! An imaginary muse, how amusing. Moona thinks a gaffe of hers is the reason the report is untimely, but the fault lies upon an imaginary creature who failed to appear. No, it is not my navel's muse but a nasty creature from my anxiety closet which challenged me to a midnight duel and then failed to show, as agreed. I had to shoot its second. That role, however, was being played by my big toe. I suppose it is a good thing I am a lousy shot. Truthfully, I had better pull the plug on this production because it seems to be going somewhere, and I am afraid to discover its eventual destination. My navel is busily ogling its muse, and how it can ogle without any eyes is beyond me. End of report.
Posted by Tiger at February 9, 2005 01:12 AM
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