This is Part II of a thread that just needs three words from you. Think of three words that fit into the context of the most recent posts.
Thanks to anniet, we have the whole story strung together thus far...
Chapter One and Two (please excuse the duplication - first words here and last words there :))
For three weeks they partied in the backyard, with several barrels of beer that were extremely heavy to carry, so they emptied them bottoms up! Everyone was getting just a bit over the top, but that's fine and dandy with them, no doubt because they expect to get to the pub later for afters with friends. You know, like the jolly man from the valley of the lost sheep in the middle of the dense rain forest full of cannibals... all smoking cannabis in their peacepipe.
Meanwhile, just then, the beer came to the table... to be drunk by the merry men of the Ancient Order of the Seti Knights of Big Green Blobs. That covered the basis of truth... which leaked out, causing a world-wide panic that spread like molasses.
So goes jam - both very sticky problems to sort out.
Once they spread... disease ran out... pestilence all around... contained in sites from before history was ever chronicled - as heroic stories told around campfires, accompanied by songs about great voyages to the lands where the wild nomadic herds of wandering metropolitan urbanites congregated under the old oak tree. Yellow ribbon around, and around again, helta skelta fashion, worn by pink, blue and green - the true tricolor flag of the 7th republic of Korea. With warriors decked out in shiny and sparkly nicely decorated bunkers hidden in the depths of her corset, a happy place, came the prince, on his white stallion - bearing gifts which all that viewed.
For the chosen were most amused. But corsets don't let you breathe until gift-bearing-princes vacate in space, no. They're best suited for people with certain attributes of an inquisitive nature, that think about what might be if only things could go away. Unlike the shack that stands erect next to the statue of the Big Empty Barrel, which has become overflowing with great, great tasting frothy ale: imported from Louisville Kentucky USA; and smoother than riding on a motorcycle (but with a space helmet on); while merrily singing "Incey wincey spider" around the campfire.
Catching the attention of little 'Hummelelfe', The famous Woodstar knock on wood Elf of the big oak tree which was climbed in the night they drove old Dixie down in the winter over the game of thrones - which fell apart anyway - she said,
“Please don't go and think badly about those little monkeys here, there and everywhere...” She listened to the sounds of far rattling trains that tooted their horns as they worked on the way to the depot where all the syrupy pancakes were splattered across the ceiling, as they leapt from the precarious precipice of pictures that vanished into the depths of the great chasm behind the huge empty barrel - which needed filling again, with great piles of delicious ripe fruit which were picked by: people in fields; crows with wigs that look like aliens with claws, dangerous and unpredictable, that give off electrical signals from strangely shaped potatoes with many eyes that peered suspiciously at anything that had blond hair, and blue eyes, carrying a briefcase that hid something below the deck in plain site...
"...they're just crinkles in the fabric of time space..."
They found the black hole that swallowed up most of the matter that didn't matter, but left the stairs (that shone like peppermint dew) on the end of the big cigar held by Most Interesting Man. In the shadows of the Oak tree with yellow leaves all around, like a blanket covering the ground beneath the feet of the snarling little alien from the seventh planet in the constellation that looks like the face of the Joker smiling without his teeth, this was alarming!
As the bells began to toll... the screams that were coming from the depths of the deep blue.............
pineapple with wings
...that was flying lopsidedly towards an encounter with the civilization of the Great Blade whose spaceships resemble barrels broken in half which constantly required refilling with rare tasty ales that curled the toes and brain cells of the purple people eater who came to Earth looking to feast on those yummy wagon wheels with kitties chasing them, together with dogs and black bunnies in white hats of the magician Wiffardigaaan, went silent, and jumped away. To view scene from a different perspective from the chorus of cats meowing for some who listen intently without being interrupted To the King 's Cross Station for all time announcement by the lovely voice of Information Kiosk Vera reciting the lost words in time for the 10:45 heading North to Alaska where the salmon is good and the beer from the barrel looked like golden with smooooooooooth head
I have no idea where this is going, but I'd like to continue the journey.
The last three words were:
with smooooooooooth head
The mind is a weird and mysterious place