Migration Of Dust In An Urban Apartment Pt. 1

The Christmas tree’s undulating toaster oven presided over manipulating Roger. When rainbow plaid fast pine cones judiciously came across his floundering peanut head, his breath held him cautious. Wondering why he chose to stop, he came across lint and dust. Not as he had known, but in a truly remarkable state. It was the migration of dust in an urban apartment.

The scent flowed, shaking obtuse corduroy angles as them, they, the the requested. We can’t get enough of the’s can we? Blaming the necessity for revenge to have its tantalizing tentacle extinguish warped senses of wood seams, it was at this point, Roger, the dust, and the tree were all on the same page. Which bothered the tree as one would imagine. For as big of a freak she was, page and the tree might be related. The newfound gravy wielding growing setbacks did not discourage the dust, at least not in this instance. As happenstance would have it, the bread in the toaster pondered propagating and getting in this mess, although trial and error were not her strong suits.

The aforementioned suits were the domain however, of our sly and clever friend dusting along. This above all else is what most concerned, not just Roger but the toaster as well. Who oddly was at odds with his freeloading companion, tanning herself mascara blackened blue. It was clear the tree trusted the bread the most, this was a source of snoring snot irritation for the bleeping tunnels AND their swank successor to the professor. By all accounts, the veil of silence held over them, was a testament to the moldy machinations of morons and varied inclinations. McScience, AKA Dr. Hot and Sexy, AKA Roger’s special teamer on the special yellow bus was thrilled, despite what the tree and the toaster thought. Yes McScience is psychic and yes McScience heard that crack about moldy morons. The irony did not escape Dr. Sexy, for Dr. Hot knew how close mold and dust were. This fact, the kinship of dust and mold, was forged during the time they shared during the war. The war of “Insert Name of War Here” always weighed heavily when bargaining with the toaster.

Those safe and reliable transactions are always the best aren’t they? Concluding pristine jiffy lube pop moments came with great care. For the enormity of the burden that was to be shared. It was at this time that, Roger came to realize the simplicity of those moments, the fan fair, the deadly wilderness that lies ahead. Disdain grew in the hearts of them all, this after conclusion took stock of the moment, it was her job to, this was her task, her charge, and it pleased her none too much. Failing to understand this was the end, consumerism fell to an all time low, but such things must happen, have happened and will once again. This cyclical occurrence is because of the tiniest of details……… Consumerism had a bad tendency to be unbelievably unaware of the things going on around him, clumsy would be a nice way of putting it, but I’m like the dust and the toaster……I’m not nice.