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The sky was dark. Rain soaked any living

  • The sky was dark. Rain soaked any living thing walking out of cover. Lightning stroke shedding light into a black canopy of mystery. Sue was not afraid of the dark, but this...
  • was the Land of SorrowsLost. Sue had opened a fly-specked trunk in the old Victorian attic and ended up on a vast beach of broken shells. A storm was brewing and she saw a ship.
  • It had run aground off the coast & was listing. The crew was in small boats fighting the lashing wind & heavy surf to reach shore. The sky lit up again & she saw the Jolly Roger
  • on the deck of the whaler smoking his cigar, smiling pleasantly. 'We gotta turn back!' She yelled to her crew. 'He's right there!!' But Jack Sparrow shook his head: 'No sweetheart
  • , I am not right here... I am a figment of your imagination due to the high intake of LSD you indulged yourself with while massaging yourself with unpricked cactus leaves and
  • tea tree oil. You're dedication to self-indulgent hallucinogenic day-spas has allowed me to appear in front of you. Now receive my new commandments. First,
  • take off your shoes. They're covered in mud and they'll dirty up my new rug. Secondly, I want you to think of a happy time. That's probably the last time you smoked a joint.
  • My mind filled with smoke clouds as I remember lying in a field drinking bong water. It was more a confusing time than a happy time. I questioned my
  • opic planning which caused me to run out of weed, thus sobering up and leading me to this questioning of myopic planning. There had to be a roach around here somewheres.
  • There was...and I did...and began to guffaw uncontrollably. They found me the next day under my desk, a serene smile pasted on my face, my myopic eye still open, staring.

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