All stories begin with a name. Perhaps it is best to start with mine. My name is Haman J. Palamanikikila. Don't try to pronounce it. You'll do better by calling me by my nickname, Carrot Juice. It's a long story, so don't ask. Oh, so you ask after I specifically tell you not to? Okay, I'll let it go this time.
Next time, you won't be so lucky.
Any way, this story begins with a word, and this paragraph is perhaps entirely contradictory to my previous one. Pie. Yep; that's right. Pie.
Think about pie. Think about it for a moment, and really THINK. Think hard. But not too hard. Otherwise spaghetti bits will fly out of your mouth in excited fire cracker overload of the brain.
The brain- a fascinating subject. Prone to relieving hydrochloric acid in stressed times. It causes brain damage, you know. Why would it program itself to do that? Is your brain emo? Oh well, no one knows. Another fascinating fact of the brain- it can stretch to amazing proportions, oozing of your eyes and nose if you're not too careful. The brain is a dangerous thing. Maybe we're better out without it. Or maybe not.
Weeeeelllll...... maybe we are.
Haman J. Palamanikikila signing out.
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