I see tree oriented sodomy. Should I be concerned?
Alright, let me set the scene. I was at work, so you know I was having a shit ton of fun, and break had begun. It was a nice day, so I went outside to sit in the grass. Bored as if I'd already been sitting for twelve thousand ages and desperate for entertainment, I begin staring at the shadows the trees cast on the pavement. I should've been ready for what that gelatinous mass in my head would provide.
Obviously what a sane person sees is just leaves rustling in the gentle wind, delicately prancing about the warm asphalt. But I'm not sane and I had another 10 minutes before I had to go back to my gray, soul-crushing, depressing, dingy work, I observed and studied the shapes of the branches. There was a particular way two branches were interacting that made it look like an Ent, like from Lord of the Rings - a tree dude, was sodomizing a potted Piranha Plant, like the Super Mario ones (Do they even have anuses? Does a question regarding Piranha Plant anuses count as zoology, botany, or philosophy?). This somehow wasn't strange enough to deter me. Next I noticed the potted Piranha Plant, being sodomized by an Ent, was stretching out it's tongue to rescue a dancing, flower-headed man. The flower-headed, dancing man, who a piranha plant is trying to rescue with it's tongue all the while being penetrated by an Ent, is about to be crushed by a large 9. And this 9 isn't alone, oh no. This 9, which is about to crush a flower-headed, dancing man facing a rescue attempt by an Ent-sodomized, Piranha Plant's tongue, is being held by a frowning clown with an obscenely large head. Want more? You bet! The frowning clown with an obscenely large head holding a 9, which is about to crush an anally sore Piranha Plant's hopes of saving a flower-headed, dancing man, must've done some unpleasant things in his past, for there is a furious, one-eyed mouth about to assault said chemically-unbalanced clown. (What the fuck is a one-eyed mouth? I haven't the slightest idea, but my subconscious certainly does.) Perhaps the raging, one-eyed mouth is angry because he is perilously perched on a 2 (the unstablest of numbers) as he tries to assault the obscenely, large head of the frowning clown holding a 9, which he is about to drop on a flower-headed dancing man, who is oblivious to the efforts of one Piranha Plant's tongue. Did I mention the Plant is still facing the genital wrath of the Ent? Well, it is.
And no, I'm not drawing all that fucked up shit; it might cause me permanent mental damage, kinda like Alex in the Clockwork Orange. It'd really suck if I couldn't listen to Beethoven, cuz I fuckin love Beethoven. Sonata 14 makes my brain cum ultraviolet rainbows and super fuzzy chinchillas.
Oh! Break's over. Back inside to the dredgery I go, wish me luck.