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Monday, December 28, 2009

Kinda Fun 2 Paragraphs

Once upon some kind of time in the history of the united states after the first history was destroyed by a disaster of disastrous proportions, a disaster so big that it killed all the people in the united states, even the "illegal" aliens, and all of the history books were so badly burned that you couldn't tell if Ishi was the last of the Yahi's or the first United States President.  All of the history books were all destroyed by fire, so there was no history other than that which could be pieced together by sober archaeologists who would go out to a "site" and "dig" for junk, any kind of junk, but especially junk that they could use to tell a story about the people that were dead and gone.


The first new inhabitant of the united states was named Adam by both of his parents, mary and joseph, and he came up from mexico after the big disaster that killed all of the American citizens in the blink of an eye, the flick of the wrist, a shake of the leg, a mexico that was mostly Mexican and mexicanny, filled with Mexican people who spoke Spanish in spite of the fact that they were from mexico and not spain, much like British Colonies sometimes spoke English.


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