"I'm dreaming in my head, a dead roach is on my tail!"
A sad Carrot's tale starts with not a nice introduction, but filled with excitement and bitterness.
La-La-La-La-La-La-Tada
Orphaned as a baby carrot, his parents were veggie haters, they were strawberries!Winter Of 2006.
Baby Carrot Larry often greets dead ant's by his 15 x 17 window screen.
Oh poor Larry.
Knock knock, his whole body rumbles and shifts himself towards the knocking noise.
"Oh boy! Food"
Sad, he's just a carrot, carrot's don't eat, do they?June 1st, Summer 2009.
We stumbled across a pathway, Larry is stuck.
"And I found myself In a peanut butter jam."
Larry, now called stuck Larry is unable to proceed with his journey on being a Carrot.
How does he get unstuck? We pull him OUT.October 23, 2011, Hurricane Season.
And I'm starting to get mixed, blocked access to my stems.
Sooner or later, I'll be eaten.
I don't need another death in my family, i just want to see my mother, and father again.
Weeping, crying, teary eyes won't help me on my journey to the top of this mountain.
And I don't want to be eaten, I just want to see my mother and father again.
Too much guts, too much separation, It seems like hell.
I think it's enough, enough is enough.
Satan's job is to give too much, too much is enough.
Hell will rise and break this mountain before I do so, will my last words be dreadful?August 1st, 2017
And I'll give up like the coward I am to this world.
All I breathe is despair
When everyone you thought could be important, they end up being Saturday's lunchtime.
I don't think you'll understand, I was born and adapted In the wrong world.
Deciphering my existence, discovering that Carrotlumbus wasn't the first president of Carrotcy to set free Carrots from shackles
Knowing that we're close to Ceaven, I don't want to be taken away not in cein.
My Carrot Army will bow to me.I just want to see my Mother and Father, again.
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