LMAO!
Anyway, the other day I had this dream.In it, I was standing at the edge of this cliff overlooking the ocean. Waves crashed on the rocks below, sending white foam almost as high as the cliff itself. It was white and foamy like the head of a good beer. Warm salt air blew into my face and blew my hair back from my forehead. The air had a slight sting, like the salt from the ocean had crysatlized and peppered my face. It wasn't un unpleasent sensation at all. It was comforting. At the edge of the horizon where the water met the sky, the sun was only a half circle. As it dropped into the endless ocean, I almost imagined that I heard it sizzle and spit. All in all, it was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.
Suddenly a voice spoke from behind me, "Pendragon..."
I dropped my cigarette onto the rough shoal and crushed it under my shoe. I slowly turned and saw the grinning face of a clown. In the dream, the face was large and it grinned with an unholy certainty and a malicious intent. The clown's face was white, but I didn't think it was grease paint. This clown was born with its chaulk white skin. A humorless smile was painted around its mouth and it's green hair shifty stifly around it's balding pate.
"What do you want, Shakes?" I said, trying to keep the chill I felt from shaking my entire body. I was still quite warm but the shudder was not from the cold.
"I'm starting another Shakesvivor," the clown said, and its horrid grin spread wider. Suddenly the wind shifted from his direction and I smealt the unmistakable aroma of ass. "I want you in this one, Dragon."
I turned and looked again at the beauty of the ocean sunset and breathed deeply of the sea air.
And then I jumped off of the cliff.
I fell perilously toward the jagged rocks below and as the white foam flew into my face and the inevitably of death enwrapped me, I had one last thought, at least it is better than another Shakes/Blowsvivor.
I awoke with my Superman blow-up doll held so tight, it's little plastic eyes were bulging. Then I was filled with the relief that it was all just a dream, and I relaxed. I was about to fall back to sleep when it hit me. I sat straight up in bed and peered into the darkness. Somewhere outside, I heard a laugh that sent the hair on the backs of my arms dancing, and the smell of ass was suddenly unmistakable.
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The Pen is mightier than the sword...or the clown
Pendragon.....I LOVE You, man!!!!!!!
That was incredible! *stares in amazement*... (nudges Kissy and says, "lucky beeaattcch!")
Go TAGI! *wink*
"We've trivialized the Vampire. I think it happened about the time 'Count Chocula' found its way to cereal boxes."
-F. Paul Wilson, author 'Midnight Mass' a vampire novellaDu ar min hjälte, Supermänniska
Shakes I applaud you. You have managed to turn this so the attention falls on you. With all due respect, if anyone was right about this whole Shakesvivor/Blowsvivor debacle, it wasn't you. It was me.-----------------------
"So what are my chances
of honest advances
I'd say low
Better to win
by admitting my sin
than to lose with a halo"
-Evita
http://community.realitytvworld.com/boards/cgi-bin/dcboard.cgi?az=show_thread&om=414&forum=DCForumID6&archive=yes
Man, look at how fast I changed my tune on THAT thresd!!!(Vampy...check your email babe - it ain't good!)
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AyaK, the only reason I mentioned that was to get to the clown.-----------------------
"So what are my chances
of honest advances
I'd say low
Better to win
by admitting my sin
than to lose with a halo"
-Evita
I understand, LadyT. Nevertheless, I had never forgotten your post, and I wanted to go back and rethink my own actions through all of this.