Yogurt-Burst Metaphorioes

Today I was a mountain, and a sun god, a cat cow, a triangle/pyramid with dust storms of acrid Egyptian air, a child, and a droopy dog. I bumped, shuffled, strove, and cried out in triumph and exasperation. I moved histories, and stomped clay, pinched ears, and at times I had to choose to ignore...not always easy to do, that. Arguments and arguments and more arguments wept steamy rain on my shoulders and dissatisfaction crashed and spumed upon my cliff face. I turned, truth was perused, and in the midst of it all still had to discover the damn squirmle. Tweezer scissors bit me without my permission, and the Sage just couldn't...she just couldn't reach...REACH herself! Hahahaha, can you dig it? But even with everything else I still want to be a fedoraed drummer. Where is the beat? God, I SUCK. It's okay, I can take it. Just throw a little worcestershire on it. Who was it that said something about Fruity Pebbles in River Styx? I want that embroidered on my pillow because it is always a good thing to sleep with honesty.