once upon a time there was a girl who loved another girl who loved another girl, and that girl loved herself. the two firstnamed they lived together as a couple and the lastnamed she lived alone. the two living together called the one living alone regularly on the phone, and they new her phonenumber like the palm of their hands. because, because, they couldn´t live without it and without her. and the girl living alone, the loner girl, did not now the couple´s phonenumbers by heart. she always had to use the phone book. she was so egocentric. three or four times each month the three of them dined together, and that was the source of the couple´s love life: this dinner table of three misfortunate or fortunate and well behaving girls. the one who lived alone was herself her own source, but to fuel her source once in a while she went to the zoo or to the beach to watch the movements of the sea waves. this was a perfect harmony. like paul mc cartney and micheal jackson sang of 20 years ago. we can see the loner girl sitting on her pink bathing towel on the beach smoking a cigar, fueling her love life by the sea´s movement. and the couple sitting by a breakfast table eating eggs and drinking orange juice from transparent glasses. wearing good looking pyjamas and bath robes. the one thinking about her loved one, the loner girl. and the other not thinking at all - what a waste of the wake´s energy! and then there was this god of love riding a nube in the sky and the god had strong glasses, the god saw the loner girl sitting by the beach watering the love inside of her body with the wave´s movement and the god screamed: i don´t want to see this waste of a body sitting alone on the beach, not fueling another human being with her energy of love! and the god sent a lightning from the sky which killed the girl. i don´t need a head who doesn´t memorize any phonenumbers, the god screamed the same instant the girl took her last breath, so she could hear what she had done wrong - the crime she had comitted as a human being loaded with the power of emotions and feelings.
posted by baby chicken at 5:43 AM

once upon a time there was a creature who loved eating green vegetables with musard and also eating the head of his friends, like the head of the green salad, yes this was a hungry creature with such a big tits and two dicks in a row, one in the navel another on at the usual place, and so the creature´s pleasures were always double of the usual normal beings´ of our world, the socalled simple pleasures, so, eating and eating vegetables and inocents friendly heads the creature felt nice of oneself, clever and wise, satisfied and hungry in the same instant - ouff, that must be a nice feeling: satisfied and hungy at the same moment, try yourself to look for that, who knows, might you find it. allright. no more for today´s sunny side of life -
posted by baby chicken at 8:39 AM

women with love in their fingers, we have heard about them, they live somwhere in the south, with big love in their fingers, tender love, mosquito love, toffee love, morrocan love, something very different from western home love, oh yes, they bake you with love, they make you wanna die with love, they live somewhere i think we call it: south, maybe somewhere else, with tremendeous love inside of their fingers -



posted by baby chicken at 1:34 PM

silver dollar love allright, once upon a time there was this crazy girl, she had glasses, she had 10 fingers, she had a beating heart, she was tenderly shaped, she talked serveral languages, she had big teeths, like people who talk serveral languages, she had red hair, or blond, somewhere in between and she met a girl who was pretty normal. they fell in love. allright, thats nothing to write home about. they went to live together. they had a kid, they made it with sperm from a friend and allright. the girl with the glasses was crazy, and the other girl had the suspicion, but never dared to think it over for along while. or deeply. she watched her girlfriend with the baby in her arms, breastfeeding it allright, with a tiny little crazyness inside of the milk, or what do we know. she was crazy. and that was it. allright.



posted by baby chicken at 1:30 PM

allright. once upon a time a girl was driving in her car when she met another girl who also where driving in her car, they met at gas station, eating each one a sandwich, buying gas for their cars, watching each other meanwhile with not so curious eyes. they also bought icecream, before they got to know each other, - the females are always eating, males drinking, beer and vodka, thats because men like peeing, women like... the word is not to be said nor printed here. so they said hi, with their stomaches heavy with food, and then they introduced each other, then they decided to meet, then they met at a bar, told each other their life story, then they made love in a hotel, went home, slept, thought about each other, met again, made love, talked for a while, went home... and this was the story for now.




posted by baby chicken at 10:43 AM

the girl took a revenge...
she went to the medical office of the medical couple, the man with the big glasses and the woman with her big ears, and she put some sleeping gas into the office so the medical couple fell into sleep, the woman sitting by the table, the man standing by the human skeleton putting his one hand on its shoulder as he usually did when he was explaining something to his wife, and there he slept. the girl inserted a honeyorange into the ass of the man and a honeyapple into the ass of the woman, little bit difficult as the woman was sitting but she managed to do it somehow. then the girl left the building. but the incredible thing happened, the honey fruits exploded inside of them and the medical couple went flying away out of the office´s window and flying they did in the sky over the city under god´s roof enjoying a wonderful view and that´s what i have always said: beware that your enemies will get what you got if you fulfill your revenge. one day you´ll become your enemy, and your enemy will become you.
the girl watched the flying couple down from the street. in her bagpack she had some honey fruits left: honeyoranges, honeyapples and honeybananas. she wondered what to do with these when the human skeleton from the medical office appeared flying in the sky. under god´s roof. oh no, that was nothing she could be made responsible for, what next? she thought, and lets sees about that.








posted by baby chicken at 4:47 AM

once upon a time there was a girl who had wings. she kept flying over her city in the nighttime doing all kind of naughty things, loving people, hating them and confusing them, but one day she met this doctor with big glasses and his wife the nurse with the big ears, and they cut of her wings and put her wings on the wall of the office of their medical practice, under the wings they wrote: wings of a confused girl. so the girl had to keep up with her life on her feet and from then on she didn´t love or hate or confuse people, she just walked and laughted a little, smiled a little, talked a lot about nothing at all, took a shower, washed her cloths, cooked, slept, read, went to the swimming hall, & etc. until one day she took revenge.



posted by baby chicken at 7:58 AM

once upon a time a mother was feeding her son by the kitchen table with a spoon and a bowl full of vanilla apple mousse, and she was thinking if she wasn´t young any more, if she was already old, that if no one wanted to love her anymore, except for her son, she was 29 years old, she had violet eyes, brown hair, strange skin complex like that of a being that didn´t knew so many people, that spent pretty much time alone thinking, a skin that seemed to be untouched, and she fed her son who was happy and chubby, with no teeth and an incredible smile; she thought: if someone is going to love me i´m gonna kill that person right away with a rifle, she thought putting the spoon inside of her son´s smiling mouth, so be it, she was going to kill that strange people who would want to love her, she was 29 years old, she was incredilble beautilful with that kind of skin no one has touched...
posted by baby chicken at 7:51 AM

i used to be paralysed, oh my god, what is happening to me, i can walk!
posted by baby chicken at 7:08 AM

miracle miracle i can walk!
posted by baby chicken at 7:07 AM