Sleep problems
Usually, Sloth loves sleep better than anything. But lately, there have been strange visitations in the night. Someone called "The Companion" floats into the dreams of Sloth and just stares, stares, stares at Sloth. It is uncanny and creepy. Sloth tries to yell, but is strangely paralyzed, as if on a large dose of Klonopin. Sloth waits for The Companion to make a noise, to say something, anything. Sloth wakes up with the shakes, and can't get back to sleep, not even with crossword-puzzles. The bags under Sloth's eyes have grown from wallets to hobo-bags. Please stay away, strangeling. Or at least tell Sloth what it is that you want to say.
posted by sloth @ 2:02 PM
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25 Comments:
I coulda been ya sista.
Oh Sloth, the darktime tormenters are some of the worst kinds because they insist on not being known in the day and therefore remain mostly invisible. The large eyes and sacks underneath can be removed with dull scissors or frozen off with liquid nitrogen. Both options promise pain, I am sorry to say. Perhaps Wandee will numb you with the toxic elixirs first. I know this insomnia maltreatment well and do not appreciate it. The companion will not harm you, I do not think. I will send my invisible double to come lay protective hands on you in the night. The hands emanate a kind sleeping powder that will send you to the puffs of slumber. I will try it tonight and hope deeply to be of help.
The figure that torments you was created by the government to harvest wooley embryonic stem cells. It will invade your dreams and cry out for retribution as long as this shameful truth is held secret. Tell the world! Soylent Green is sock-monkey embryo!!!
Deep throaty voice, say something dirty to Sloth. Tell more shameful truths, please! Sloth won't tell, I promise.
MM, Sloth will await the invisible double with utmost interest. Magic Mountain Man. Sloth knows of your big, mountainous heart and sends a beam of affection to you.
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The flipper-winged devil is the ghost of a former occupant of your log. I did the ouija last night and found out all about it. You let Wandee take care of that little nuisance, Sloth-child. I'm on it!
most alarming sloth! it is hypnotizing you with its stares. can you catch the companion and subdue it in the dreamstate?
The Companion will not be subdued, Fairy Butler. It emits immobilizing emanations through the loose weave of its pelt. They penetrate Sloth's backward fur straight down to the pores.
Your fur is so lovely sounding. My fur is less even and is in a tighter weave but is found in patches few and far between. I hope to visit your log one day soon, I will make Mountain Man pie for you and hope you like it.
Oh, Mountain Man Pie sounds deee-luctious! What is it like? Shall Sloth make a salad?
Sloth, you must eat the mountain man pie. It will help build your psychic defensives against the Companion. Or drown the Companion with herbal supplements and dumbing waters taken at nightfall in copious amounts. Sometimes this is effective...sometimes not.
punish ghosties with poison post toasties
I love thee Sloth. Thy ways are good. Thou art open and sharing of the idea of newness.
Sloth is but a student of the MM, truly, and returns the love-beams in kind, o hairy one.
FB, Sloth has eaten the mountainman pie, and chased it with the sacred waters of forgetfulness. May we all sleep the sleep of quietude and completion.
Not to worry, Ham Paw. The laxative will help to cloud the waters, and you will swim away to terra firma. The fat hands will splap around ineffectually while you wave from the shore.
It is late on the night after the night, and Sloth is droopy of lid. There is a little mountainman pie left for a midnight snack, then Sloth will sleep like a log, in Log.
Yes Sloth, the teeming nature of the log and its environs are on the mind of MM, the maker of MM pie, tonight. The bugs, the frogs, the blips, the cousins, the geese, the beasts and the love-troubles, all together in one eco-system. Busy and frothful, in love with love and hungry to commune with bites and growls. It is lovely. I heart you.
Sloth, may I tell you my dream too?? I had a dream that I entered my relic-room only to find that everything was gone--completely wiped out---not one single object or scrap of paper--NADA. I was panicky, but later in the dream someone told me they had everything removed so that the studio can be cleaned and painted.
Whew! Close one, huh?
MM, Log does indeed teem with a writhing stew of life. It tickles. MM, Sloth hearts you likewise!
PD, probably Wandee just stopped by your dream to do some of her special magic. For a little extra, she'll clean out the folds in your grey matter.
thanks sloth--wandee returned everything and I am blinded by their cleanliness.
By the way...i looked up your relics---very nice! How can so many stellar relic-makers be assembled in just a few blogs! I will send some images your way.
PD, thank you. It is true that our little corner of the blogosphere is full of talented mud-squishers and relic-makers. Sloth awaits PD's images with great interest, PD!
yes, HP. Sloth has been crazy-busy the last few days, but will provide more stories soon. xo!
yes sloth, i check and check and no new posty. it is time for the sloth to finagle in the log. i want to know more about what it's like to be you.
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