My Super Story

There was once a guy named Super Deluxe and he smelt like raisins and Squand. He had plasma balls for eyes and hair made out of A/V cables. Today, as always, he woke up with a face destroying smile on his face because it was so big and he decided to go downstairs for breakfast. He rummaged through the cubbyhole to see if there was burnt toast inside -and there was! He ate it and farted loudly, burning a hole through his seat with atomic force. He sat up and smile more and broke his face and put on a new one for outside wearing. He went outside with newly acquired face and span around while the birds chirped and leaked white goo out of their lower feathers. It was a good day, bright and sunny as a fireball. After top spinning for 5 years, he fell down and got a boo-boo. He bled a great bleed of orange flavored ginger ale. The birds were happy and quenched. The sun laughed and barfed. "Yes, today is a good day!" He bellowed out while smiling at the moon. He then tripped over his long hair cables and smiled and laughed with the solar eclipse. "Luckily I didn't wear my shades today!" he said as he wet himself as the bright rays ignited his eyes. His eyes were super happy and smelled of fine wine. He went to the store for some cheese but he only received crackers because the cheese makers were so busy writing a picture of motion about people with long teeth. He ate the crackers like a racist dinosaur. He chocked. He forgot to harvest the wine but the wine didn't forget because it leaked out of his eyes. He drank enough for the whole world. Even the world span as he did not unlike a top. "Inebriation across the nation!~" he sang out and the world threw ketchup packets at him. They were as happy as him and all faces broke as broken mirrors were fixed with reversed time. All legs stopped. All cars flipped upside down as the birds flipped while drawing on greeting cards. The loudness came with great quietness as he smelt it coming like a potato farm. The implosion of the festive drunks and winos of old made him lose his blue jumpsuit. His underwear was brown like one of the toxin body Hello Kitty thong. Nothing was dumb. He frowned and everything exploded. He had a headache and he missed the canceled show that appeared fifty years ago. He went to scratch his chin, but a beard lay there in the way. Beard of USB cables. He was pulled in and missed his show because of it and he was saddened by his choices today. He wept cranberries and mud. None was poor, all was happy. Except the normal and usually happy man- He wept then slept. 100 yellow sheep later he cruised in the dream world of the dark lights. He trembled, he was scared. Body jolted in fear, he was not awake. Blue lighted darkness leered at his shins and he cowered away. A faint familiar smell was then there, then away. A corner trapped him and he could escape but he did not. He awoke with such a strange noise from mouth. "It is the next year" Computerdora Cabesa said with a jolt. A zap and a bolt he fully awoke. "That many days?" He said with a tone of calm. "Indeed" they both at same time said with head tilted back. Buzzing head exploded but only man of cable and plasma was dead. Alarming was all and none. Surprised was one when the long black box was won. The tsunami of deep brown sand wasn't glad nor happy at the lad. All was quiet and warm and thus another Super Deluxe was born.