Be nice, or I shall make this entire entry sparkle like that.

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This Atlas seems like a pretty awesome thing. Covet. ♥ It's a world atlas with the names translated to their original meaning. It's fantastically poetic, a lot of it.

I mean. The Boat Destroyer! Great Land of the Tattooed! Little Rabbitland! World Stream by the Mountain of Mountains! Stink Onion! Isles of the Sea Monsters! Mouth of the Goddess! I Don't Understand You! (That would be Yucatán. *brb, will be snickering until Saturday*)
... Sibling Love? Wait, what? Philadelphians, do you have something you want to explain?

Feel like writing a story, but just don't have the inspiration, time or motoric functions? Drabble-Matic© is the solution! Just supply an assortment of adjectives, spare body parts and the like, and let Drabble-Matic© do the rest.

My contribution, in the spirit of the season:


I Saw Kyckling Kissing Santa Claus

Nix woke up in the middle of the night. She was thirsty and so she decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, she couldn't wait to see her presents. There was one seeping box that looked like a pineapple.

Then Nix noticed that Kyckling was out of bed too. She must not have been able to wait for her presents either.

Nix thought that she would surprise Kyckling. Maybe even sneak up behind her and undulate her on her famous boob. That always made Kyckling alcoholic.

Nix crept fitfully down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its delicious lights, and the presents, heaped up vengefully, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Kyckling. Kissing someone.

Nix was so angry, she picked up a bull whip from a table and threw it chipperly in a railroad tunnel.

They both looked around.

"Kyckling, you psychotic armadillo!" Nix yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Nix looked and then rubbed her hand and looked again. It was Santa Claus.

"Let me explain," Kyckling said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course she had to give me a kiss. And what a dreamy kiss it was."

"Well, I suppose," Nix said sparklingly. "If he was under the mistletoe."

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be reddish."

That seemed reasonable. Nix went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.

Santa was the best kisser ever, as radiant and unprecedented as the vegetation growing near the exhaust pipes of the nuclear plant. He made Nix's uvula feel all textured.

"You see?" Kyckling said sternly and Nix saw. So they had a threeway.

Everybody's presents were late.

~ Fin. ~

Also, in this week's last week's the previous episode of House of Eggs:


P.s. Test: ‽ D.s.