Matttheimmortal

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Matt the immortal pigeon~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PART 3!!! Felines and Faith The year: 1952 Location: a mansion owned by a pigeon hoarder ahhh this place is practically pigeon heaven. we can fly around all we want, we get fed 3 times a day. and our owner barely bothers us! he just stays in his room writing, must be a feak. ahh but who am i to talk? well, this here is pretty much my life. me and my pal burgon just sit around and sniff the smoke coming out of our masters pipe. its pretty damn good stuff, i wonder what the pipe is for. we see the owner sniff sometimes but he just falls asleep afterw

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Matt The Immortal Pigeon part 2~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ SO then after laying his immortal wrath upon the people, Matt......The Immortal had finally got what he wanted and sat at his throne looking down upon his hard working pigeons. he had been warned of other pigeon colonies bringing great resources such as food and nest building material! and so like any greedy bastard dictator, he planned an invasion! ok done with that odd opening. hopefully you read that in the same voice as that guy in the Conan movies. well as that opening explained, i was still the leader of my good old colony. The year is now 1950.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Matt the Immortal Pigeon!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So, finally got around to telling the tale of a pigeon who has been damned several times, and ruined several people and animal lives. the tale of a pigeon who has escaped death, and made a horrifying mark on the underground world of animal society, and occasional human interactions. this is where are tale begins. the year is 1946. World war 2 finally was over. the big maniac himself, Hitler was dead. well at the time, i didn't think of him as that much a maniac as i do nowadays. we are getting a bit off topic aren't we? ha OK. well as i said the wa

It was a cloudy and bright night. the streets were rather clear and but there were a few peculiar people in the alleys. i held onto my suitcase firm and strong. i rushed my way through the streets as fast as possible. these days....the streets weren't so nice to be in. people watch you, people run after you, people will undress you in their minds. these days its hard to make a buck and the economy has gone to crap. so most people turn to violence, prostitution and other illegal acts. the police are even worse. back then they used to only beat those who weren't white like any good officer, but it all changed...when the bad economy at

I woke to a loud disturbing scream. it ringed through the halls of our chambers. the screams ringed into my ears and bobbed around in my head causing terrible pain. i was used to this. i looked around. i saw one of my roomies, "Jimbo", rubbing his arm. his facial expression was an expression of something very painful. but all of us had experienced terrible pain since we were trapped here. the ceiling was of course splatted with remains of living animals, such as the ground is. under all the blood and guts was a pattern of lines forming squares on the walls, ceiling, etc. it would rather nice if it weren't so dirty. on the wall there wa

SOMEWHERE IN AFRICA! two African leaders confront each other in conversation. "all of our children are starving, our economy is non-existent, what ever shall we do?" one of them asks. "i know what to do." the other one says then picks up his wooden phone. IN THE WHITE-HOUSE! *RING RING, RING RING* Suddenly after having sex with his wife 15 times, Obama the lord and savior of earth and all of earth's economy's gets out of the bedroom and runs to the phone. "Yes? hello, who is this?" he answers with his astonishing voice. "Mr.Obama sir, you are amazing and everyone on earth knows you are. may you please help Africa with its problems? we