In a state of semiconscousness, i walked, rather trundled, if that's an acceptable verb for walking like Arnold Schwarzneneggarfreudbinkynitz talks, down the brick sidewalk - i walked forward, just to confuse everyone that was sidewalking- home, or to my room, i live in a dorm, which is hardly 'home' but will do until may 10th, from a sand sculpture contest where i had just placed fourth with a beautifully sculpted pair of disembodied hands playing a well shaped piano, beat out by <i must admit, this was a good sculpture> a comic face and <TWO of 'em, dammit, and one of the categories for judging was friggin creativity!> two dragon-with-castles done moderately well, but not very, when i was accosted by a rather tall man in a neatly pressed grey suit.
Immediately i knew him, and saw what he was, and indeed he was, and is, and should have been for the life of me i cannot stop myself, must have been and
quite well, i'll stop the penultimate in slacK himself, "Bob".
I was taken aback.
Was he, "HE", here to convert me from my moderation into the true slack of the inner sanctum, the sanctum slacktorum? to give me a new vision, a quest, a request, an admonishment, a punishment for bobbie leanings, a plate of steaming-hot lasagna, perhaps a bit of a chablis?
alas, no.
Kicking me in the left eyebrow with agility to put a wing chung master to shame, "Bob" took a slow, long drag from the pipe and blew the smoke upon my wound as i lay on the ground, writhing before him. He then invited me to stand with a slight motion of his hand and helped me to my feet.
Without a word, I did as he did, and unzipped my pants...
And we peed on the flowers.
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Subject: Re: and we peed on the flowers v1.0 From: dynasor@infi.net (Dennis McClain-Furmanski)
Charles Albert Mangin (camangin@unity.ncsu.edu) wrote: : In a state of semiconscousness, i walked, rather trundled, if that's an : acceptable verb for walking like Arnold Schwarzneneggarfreudbinkynitz talks,
*sniff* A moving testimonial. So often we get involved in the rants and whatnot that we forget to stop and smell the pipe. Thank you for sharing that.
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