Arduin's head was a blizzard. The world was

Arduin's head was a blizzard. The world was Music, he knew of Magic, but even on the weekend nothing came out of his hands. He felt like a turbulent mannequin in a mental cage of h

ungry hungry hippos when all the plastic white marbles are lost and have been replaced by ordinary marbles that didn't just quite fit. Arduin pressed the lever causing the

game to jam. AAAAAGGGHHHH! Arduin threw it against the wall, tore all of her hair out, set the house on fire and ran screaming down the street.She was not playing with a full deck.

She was playing with fire. Arduin turned to fire for salvation after she saw Daddy cheating on mommy. It wasn't the affair that had done it, it was that is was with grandma. So she

decided to burn herself with a lighter. Her Mommy saw the burns the next day and asked what had happened, but I couldn't concentrate with the images of Daddy and Grandma smooching

, hastily preparing for another ritual. Mommy, suddenly impervioius to the screams of her daughter, drags her into the closet, tossing a black robe at her, and a knife. What was sh

Ifting under out feel was the whole house. There was a minor earthquake! No wonder the dishes broke. We went through the wreckage and found some unknown boxes of antiques, buried

under antique known boxes. One of those boxes had been known by Phaedra, Queen of Crete, long before she had moved on to god sent bulls. The unknown box in her hands now is what

could enlighten humankind forever: how to control its violent instincts. She undoes the latch just as the eternal dinner gong sounds. She puts it down, unopened. Maybe later.