don't TRUST seven10

My name is Fillip. I own a small part of grass on the left side of a
cobbledey stone wall here in Beanlandland.
Seven10 owns the grass on the other side of the wall.
We don't talk much, we never have ...

I've never really liked the way he moves.

plus my dog, cartoon, thinks he smells all wrong too.

Today he asked me over to his grass to chat ...I didn't think much of it, maybe he just wanted to end the
distance between us.
Maybe he wonders about my grass sometimes.
So here I am, on his side of the wall here.
It's nice on this side, just different really.
What's that knifey thing behind his back.
Oh, perhaps this is a trap here.
What should I Do, Children ?

.....

She's got a great personality

... that's what they told him ... He hoped that meant she had
the whole package, but traditionally we know it usually means 'other'.
Balloon head, about to have yet another below par blind date,
took a deep breath ...
As he came around the corner he saw her crossing the road."ah fuc..."
munter.
"... nice balloobies though." He thought.

the dread Hamstropolis

Ted thought he could just walk in and save the princess.
The hamsters had grown stronger and smarter than he had ever
thought possible.
Was this to be his doom ?
Was this the end of Ted Handlemanner ?
One thing though, one thing remained to his advantage ...
He shared a glance, a moment with the green one ...
perhaps his kindness to her when she was his pet years before ...
did she remember him?
was there compassion left in those peepers ?

tuesday. twenty to midnight. 7th floor.

Boyce had gone to get some beans more than four hours ago.
As he pushed the door open, Trevin was overcome with the
reality of his fear ... there he lay, his husband and best friend.

Boyce.

Dead.
By the beans.

Beside the beans I mean, not by the beans.

By the beans.
..... the 7th floor had struck again.

teaser monkey

all the little critters loved a smiley faced lolli.
monkey knew this and would hang dangle and tease them.
hang dangle from what seemed to be a nothing place.

previously that day ...

Mr. beaksley had returned to his nest to find a curious cold egg.Upon further inspection there was an inscription which read
"don't touch this, right.
For if you do you will live forever"
------- followed by some smaller inscripticle writing which he didn't bother reading.
he should have though, as it read thusly ....
"for him such touches this shall be like the stone.
You know, cold an' that."
"Oh, and frozen for all time, like."and furthermore it went on ....
"it's like a curse isn'it."

he was a perfect cat

Having now figured out 'butter-based' hoveronomy,
Dennis was now the perfect cat.
THE Mongleganger supreme.
It's a pity that poor little mr. beaksley didn't see it that way.

i'm still here.

see this one? you have to click on it for it to work.

shit up my city PART2 !!!!!

you'll never see cities or horses in the same way again.CONSUME!
it'll be fabulous.

31 Days

that night, back in the woods, beanchild had a dream.
He dreamed of three things.

1) A giant floating plate of beans.
2) A HUGE fork, for the beans.
3) Never, eating the beans.

and some other floating beans, that's three things, and another one.

Although the floating beans are sort of part of the floating plate of beans.

Beanchild awoke the next morning and smiled.
Neverything was going to be okay.
He got up and reached for some trousers.

Blue ones. Velvet on the inside, normal denim on the out. Side.