"I understand." The sensation of the words
- "I understand." The sensation of the words slipping down my throat like a bitter pill of disappointment was nothing short of awful. The coat of sugar, of 'maybes', hardly helped.
- So I stuck my metaphorical finger down my throat and dry heaved. I dry heaved for all the out of work writers. I dry heaved for all the mediocrity. And then I launched a huge puke
- kohe-inspired slideshow for the 2nd half of my presentation. I showcased the fertile volcanic soils of Pukekohe. I highlighted the bus service to Papakura provided by Waka Pacific.
- I pointed out that Waka Pacific meant "Vessel of the Pacific" and the bus service stopped at Rainbow's End but then someone interrupted to ask "What about Sir Edmund Hillary?"
- I thought I had left that dark stain on my life in the past, along with everything else from the past which belongs there. "What do you know about Sir Edmund Hillary?" I asked the
- man behind me. He blinked in surprise and hastily hid the axe behind his back. "Who is Sir Edmund Hillary?" he asked politely. I could see that he hadn't the faintest idea what he
- was wearing. The Alzheimer's had clearly degraded his mind in such a way that he thought that his thong and Capt. Crunch t-shirt was actually a WWII Nazi uniform. The axe fell
- slowly, but the pain was immediate. He shrieked in pain, feeling his flesh torn apart by the guillotine.
- Yet, he felt he could still run around. Blood spurted around the barnyard.
- He suddenly realized he was a chicken without a head, he could see his body running around in circles, then he had a flashback of the era of guillotines. He was fried and eaten.
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- 2014-09-11 08:40:45
- Finished
- 2015-12-11 01:30:34
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Servant Dec 11 2015 @ 01:34
Feline, we are telepaths.