El's sleep was plagued with nightmares of being chased by vicious, flapping eyebrows. El found himself running through the streets, much like Tippi Hedren in The Birds, while predatory eyebrows came swooping down. However, unlike Tippi, El had no phone booth in which to hide.
El is thinking his dreams may have spawned from this... or perhaps his nightmares were merely influenced by the preponderance of crap that is spewing from his neighbor's cottonwood tree (note to sELf... buy a larger estate). Icing and cottonwood fluff do not mix. El will remain indoors until the horror is over.
Woe Is Me
1 year ago
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...nightmares of being chased by vicious, flapping eyebrows.
Perhaps El has spent too much time visiting the weblog of one "Substance McGravitas (IF that is his real name!)?
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