I love myself

I love myself
I send texts that say "U ROK." On Saturdays, I send flowers with purple poetry. Thursday is game night. I hope we can get more intimate soon. I love myself.
But I love mystery more. The elegance of Moonday and the thrill of Thorsday. History in their names washed over by a sea of time and man's insatiable desire to imprint himself on
Nature on Time on The Universe itself! I consulted my Filofax & discovered I had an appointment with my tarot cardista on Saturnday. I sacrificed a squirrel (my chicken had made he
uristics inroads crossing a deep-boiling personal cosmology) to Legba and summoned Woland's old friend, Behemoth for a fanged gallop across the town's melusine moonbeam paths.
Who then invited Spite who refused to go just for her own reasons, I'm sure. So Behemoth then invited Leviathan freshly divorced from The Kraken! Forget politics, Armageddon is on!
Problem was, Leviathan was shocked easily, and every time he frothed at the mouth, Behemoth would counter with a swipe. They reconciled over a Moomba Mambo and flan at the Honeybee
Pagoda ruins. Behemoth drunk was one thing. Throw a drunk Levianthan into the mix & you've got a rain of ruin coming down on you. "But they're good tippers," say the sycophants.
This had to be the weirdest Disney/Pixar movie, ever. Mythical sea creatures, roaring drunk, tipping over ancient temples while they order more drinks. A deep sea diver aproaches,
saying, “I’m lost, where’s the Nautilus?” “Over there,” says the drunkest creature, pointing. The diver leaves, heading for the sunken Pequod. The creatures laugh their asses off.

Started: 2014-12-20 07:37:58
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