Hallucinating
Once more the skies are lit. In the distance, a wolf howls but there's no reaction out of Miss Bumblebits who is sitting under the full moon smoking a cigarette. Puff in, puff out, puff in, puff out. It's quite monotonous really when all of a sudden, it is realized that the filter of the cigarette has disappeared. Little particles of tobacco rest motionless in mid-air. Then they start rotating, first slowly, then fast, in a circular manner. They gain speed and start racing forwards, away from the decaying lungs of Miss Bumblebits. The wolf who howled previously jumps through a hoop and the moon opens its eyes and mouth (it's missing a nose) and smiles, then winks. I gaze and scratch my head in confusion. Then, I hear a laughter.
The sonorous laughter heard in the wilderness where we were sojouring was that of Miss Salgus who is sitting on a patio gazing at the tall, queer buildings that she's surrounded with. Around her, all she can see is darkness and the yellow light glaring at her from the windows of the skyscrapers. The buildings begin to grow taller or the ground begins to sink or both. All Miss Salgus knows is that she can no longer see the summit of these buildings. The window lights are now merely halos.
A unicorn appears and it bows its head. It glimmers in the faint light. The moon that had vanished has returned once more and shines light on a silver lake. A circle of deer are dancing on their hindlegs doing a weird kind of ballet.
Mr President, hear me out, at least this once. I've had the gayest time at the bar of earthly dreams where crystal balls were floating in the air and little droplets of water pursued each other in the most orderly fashion giving the appearance of a wave. I was enchanted by this mystical place.
Excuse me? I'm sorry... I'm a little busy right now. You see, my throat is a little SORE from talking so I can't really talk to you right now.
The President has spoken. It's over.
Stars come crashing, the buildings collapse and the wolf feasts on the flesh of the unicorn, then chases after the deer. The water turns crimson with all the blood that is shed. A glimmering teardrop appears in my eye, then flows down the length of my cheek in a wave-like pattern.
It's over.
I'm too melodramatic...
The sonorous laughter heard in the wilderness where we were sojouring was that of Miss Salgus who is sitting on a patio gazing at the tall, queer buildings that she's surrounded with. Around her, all she can see is darkness and the yellow light glaring at her from the windows of the skyscrapers. The buildings begin to grow taller or the ground begins to sink or both. All Miss Salgus knows is that she can no longer see the summit of these buildings. The window lights are now merely halos.
A unicorn appears and it bows its head. It glimmers in the faint light. The moon that had vanished has returned once more and shines light on a silver lake. A circle of deer are dancing on their hindlegs doing a weird kind of ballet.
Mr President, hear me out, at least this once. I've had the gayest time at the bar of earthly dreams where crystal balls were floating in the air and little droplets of water pursued each other in the most orderly fashion giving the appearance of a wave. I was enchanted by this mystical place.
Excuse me? I'm sorry... I'm a little busy right now. You see, my throat is a little SORE from talking so I can't really talk to you right now.
The President has spoken. It's over.
Stars come crashing, the buildings collapse and the wolf feasts on the flesh of the unicorn, then chases after the deer. The water turns crimson with all the blood that is shed. A glimmering teardrop appears in my eye, then flows down the length of my cheek in a wave-like pattern.
It's over.
I'm too melodramatic...
posted by Moi at 3:15 a.m.
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