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| I parody because I love. by Ms. Johnstone 05/02/2003, 8:29pm PDT | ||||
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She glided through the door silently, hardly noticed by the man playing computer games at his desk. From her purse she slipped a black cylinder no thicker then her thumb. She sidestepped and launched the black object at the man, quickly moving out the door as it left her fingers. Alejandro was in crisis, no matter how hard he tried to bend his mind around the matter he would ultimately fail. He lived alone on the top floor of a two-flat. The old woman he rented it from lived downstairs, her name was ZsaZsa and she was a 70-year-old Polish woman who spoke perfect Parisian French. Zsa Zsa was cathartic and having a vivid lucid dream of a conversation with Jesus or Satan or both. She had fed a toxic Phyllobate Tree Frog to her Lhasa Apso and fed off it’s dying excreta. “I need to travel, to get some distance between my great suffering mind and this crises that I am experiencing yet is indefinable.†Thought Alejandro, in one of the rare moments he was not either vigorously bringing himself manually to orgasm or eating. The explosion was small but intense; the remains of the Alejandro were reduced to ash. The execution was clever and clean but entirely inappropriate. The woman’s name was Agnes Smith (though she spelled it Yngyx Swift), and she was an amateur assassin. Later while watching local television news coverage of the botched assassination she would muse, “I have to get me one of those map dealies for the car.†She would be dead before the morning sun rose. _________________________ This forum is giving me brain tumors. M|H |
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Barbecued Armani (A working title) by 05/01/2003, 1:04am PDT  Re: Barbecued Armani (A working title) by 05/01/2003, 5:33am PDT Re: Barbecued Armani (A working title) by 05/01/2003, 1:47pm PDT I parody because I love. by 05/02/2003, 8:29pm PDT |
