compost... think about it this way..

1. It develops in layers, making it a bitch to move using but a simple spade
2. There was lots of it. We were surrounded. One minute, a tranquile jungle setting.. the next compost everythere. The humanity.
3. The city was within. The heart, the center of their advanced utopia. The wood lice detected us comming. They knew.
4. He saw the clouds as a sort of.. well, a tangerine. Nobody knew why, but he did. And it made him famous.

What am i talking about? They asked, old man, wise man, poor man, man who used to be a man but isn't anymore.. the answer cried from the pit of fear.. "not sure really, just bitchin' i guess."

Thats right, talking jibberish. It's a way of life for some, but for others, it's not. Shocking. It happened back in the day, when perhaps all was a little too pink. Didn't occur to me until at least four years after the incident that I had forgotten to take my pink glasses off. When I say glasses, they were more in the line of representing a wire frame with odly shaped bits of glass (shaded pink) fixed in. So yeah, glasses. But they did have a top ten novel entitled "The fickle life of a Marrow".. but then again who dosn't.

Anyway, as i was saying, that was before I fell into my keybord and had a bit of a romance with the 'Insert' key. Or at least i thought it was a romance, but it turned out to be an anti romance. You now, the kind a plastic cup has with a sticky. Label. Bollocks to this. Back to my story, there i was talking to Tony Blair, here is a transcript of the actual conversation inside the layer of the wood lice..

Me: Help me, they have captured me in this compost prison! They got you to?

Our Tone: What are you implying?

Me: um.. i was just saying..

Our Tone: Now you listen here sonny jim

Me: Err, my names not jim, it's..

Our Tone: SILENCE! MWHAHA!
(at this point Tonez eyes start to glow, it's like a red.. but more.. well yeah, it was red)

Me: Are you ok..?

Our Tone: i 0wnZ j00!

Me: OH MY GOD! They've turned you into a l33t h@x0r!

Our Tone: No, not really, i just like to do it because it arouses me. Did you think i was sexy.. did you?

Me: Well, I was a little attracted..

It all gets a little blue after that... cut a long story short me and our tone defeated the nasty compost men with tonez l@z@r vision. Hurrah for the blode!