a day that's cold out

here i am sitting down with another fantasy, the birds are still pooping, the wind is getting dry, and my garden is missing all of the rain... just a bad day.

A piece of my book/hook/cook

As I was beginning to tumble down from my tiring fight I saw something big floating in the wind. From my view it looked like a black blur in the middle of the night sky but as it dive-bombed it to the night I saw a glimpse of light on the horizon all I could think was go to the light, it was the closest light source and maybe there would be food.

books pop

facebook, maybe
oh hi its always good to find a funny book by suroundings... write about facebook, facehook, facecooked,
or lawn gnomes or lawn tones or lawn lones, get my drift if a comedeons good he probibly takes a long or ah hem... lawn look at funny subjecs, a guy who can't juggle eggs isn't funny inless he takes a shower ,ok, not really but you you can't use my ideas anyway, the comedian has to look think twist and turn.

fantasy

I may seam rusty but it is quite hard for are arms to tippity-type on these buttons. today while I was scareing away birds they pooped on my I was doused in white gunk, naturaly if I moved and got out of the way I would step on the knewly purchest mums. and that just would get me in truble from the other lawn gnomes as useuale I hate being a lawn gnome.