long time of garibaldi

captains log .............. ha! log!
after the crumbs from the broken biscuits had been blown away from my feet by a army of small elves, i had the chance to return back on course to the town in the sky known to the Saudi Arabian bush monkeys as "noosp labte" where the Turkmenistan rule of not being allowed to do ballet is over ruled by salmon of the eastern region of hairy women. after settling the war on hungry hippos, which i won, i managed to get to college and do some work on my composition on the 14Th of mars, or to foreigners as KABLAH! the two compositions are proving bastards and i now believe that the angry kitten known as terry, is beginning to tear apart the tapestry to the reindeer who now has an eye infection due to its contact lenses it had asked the badger to help it with because the reindeer, due to contrary belief doesn't have apposing thumbs. my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake. this week so far after beating a vending machine for shortchanging me, and slapping a Frenchman for confuzling me with long words like bonjour and then saying wee which i now means yes, which lead to thinking of whats no? poo? and wats poo? no??? they are a strange race those from Kazakhstan. the recording session in the studio today went quite well, apart from the little machine they call a mouse, which seemed to be moving all over the place and then clicking like it had a speech disability. then on the break in the morning, the bearded pig came back to haunt me using it laser beams, but out of pure coincidence, my £2 coin was shiny enough to confuse the pig and gave me enough time to escape a third time, and to prepare for its strangeness of drinking all the tea and eating digestives through a straw made of straw. my disappointment in the jacket potato was obvious when i had eaten all the cheese from the top, when the potato itself was solid like a piece of clay in an oven with a building imprinted on it with the words p.i.e on the bottom, which i have reason to believe means either, people ingest elephants, pineapples indulged Estonia, or the less obvious, pi = e2. this dampened my esteem until i meet up with my friends the squirrels. then in the studio, the last track we had to record involved alot of movement and headphones which meant alot of work. it ended up on an imperfect cadence in the sense..... xactly. and old pieces of toast don't get eaten, so therefore we will be finishing it tomorrow. timmy??..... no...... no!..... leave the marshmallows alone!....... don't!!!! the marshmallow men are coming......... i can sense them............. their tasteful colours and the words mmmm nice still ring in my ears from the last time......... as i was saying, the meaning of pi is 3....... no Timmy, quiet......... they want the Garibaldi's........ end transmission.... o shit