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The meerkat jerks off furiously, until at the slightest noise, which is every couple of seconds, he is startled by the sound. Poking his head up quickly and looking nervously around, he ensures that all is safe and goes back to the activity. Finally he is exhausted from the effort and passes out on his back in the wide open, still as yet having reached the final climax.
It's a medical condition that always leads to his "demise." The meerkat's little shoulders eventually rupture from the frantic motions and stops and starts. [Poor little guy] That's the easy part. It's being eaten with a spoon by the female meerkats, who finally catch him prone and helpless, that really makes it a moving, life and life spectacle.
Public Safety Issues
All talk has to be silenced on any issues right now because there is a public safety problem outside in the streets here. I am not sure what is causing it, but the area is filled with vehicles.
Interesting typo: There's always something going on like this, and I never know what it is (not that it would matter). Fixed. Red lettering turning up on post correcting version. "Weird, wild stuff." My computer is possessed, bwahahaha.
Interesting typo: There's always something going on like this, and I never know what it is (not that it would matter). Fixed. Red lettering turning up on post correcting version. "Weird, wild stuff." My computer is possessed, bwahahaha.
Complicationing
"What about the money? Are they saying the official recognition papers didn't come through?"
"Oh, no, you're recognized. There's just a... liquidity issue," the accountant said as if he were afraid for his life.
"Don't worry, Marty. I'll protect you."
"No, Marty's dead. They. Did. Things. They want to know if you want his head to say hello."
"No, no, we'll just send a card. Make sure they get, uh, what do we have?"
"Hope and guts. No, really, guts. A little hope."
"Oh, no, you're recognized. There's just a... liquidity issue," the accountant said as if he were afraid for his life.
"Don't worry, Marty. I'll protect you."
"No, Marty's dead. They. Did. Things. They want to know if you want his head to say hello."
"No, no, we'll just send a card. Make sure they get, uh, what do we have?"
"Hope and guts. No, really, guts. A little hope."
wyrds
Rabble rousing is not as deprecated as it once was, it having been discovered that rabbles are good for nothing else but to be roused and roused further. At the point of ultimate rabble rousertude they become hurrahbles.
"""
The old spirits in the desert thrive off of the pain and desolation they are capable of causing when they inhabit human forms. They are almost impossible to locate or pinpoint, are impossible to catch without luck and God on one's side, and can not be killed by anything the average human has knowledge of.
"""
"What is that?"
"I don't know, but whatever it is sucks at being whatever it's not."
"Maybe it didn't know what it was."
"That's hard to believe. Look at that grotesque -- what is that? And the color... it's like vomit mixed with blood."
"Okay, Okay, no need to study it. Let's just get it out of sight somewhere."
"You mean touch it?"
"Yes, I mean grab it and bring it with us."
"I had the sinking feeling." Moves to grab hold of thing, "It'salive!"
"Hit it with something! Kick it!"
Both men commence to kicking and beating barely moving corpse.
Suddenly it reared up its head and shouted, "WTF?"
"It's a drunk! Run before it gets our change!"
Both men exeunt stage right.
"""
The old spirits in the desert thrive off of the pain and desolation they are capable of causing when they inhabit human forms. They are almost impossible to locate or pinpoint, are impossible to catch without luck and God on one's side, and can not be killed by anything the average human has knowledge of.
"""
"What is that?"
"I don't know, but whatever it is sucks at being whatever it's not."
"Maybe it didn't know what it was."
"That's hard to believe. Look at that grotesque -- what is that? And the color... it's like vomit mixed with blood."
"Okay, Okay, no need to study it. Let's just get it out of sight somewhere."
"You mean touch it?"
"Yes, I mean grab it and bring it with us."
"I had the sinking feeling." Moves to grab hold of thing, "It'salive!"
"Hit it with something! Kick it!"
Both men commence to kicking and beating barely moving corpse.
Suddenly it reared up its head and shouted, "WTF?"
"It's a drunk! Run before it gets our change!"
Both men exeunt stage right.
Embalming Fluid
We really should stop filling corpses with it and putting them in the ground, for all the right reasons: Metal boxes filled with slowly leaking poisons. It hurts the soil, the earth, everything.
Moor
heer iago
Wonder if the pun killed anyone.
And it only took three distinct attempts [Wednesday, Thursday, Friday] to get sound out of the synthesizer. Answer: Turn up the front volume on the newly installed KMix for KDE 4.3. Reset upon upgrade. Master volume still allowed other programs to output sound, but the synthesizer depends on the front channel.
Wonder if the pun killed anyone.
And it only took three distinct attempts [Wednesday, Thursday, Friday] to get sound out of the synthesizer. Answer: Turn up the front volume on the newly installed KMix for KDE 4.3. Reset upon upgrade. Master volume still allowed other programs to output sound, but the synthesizer depends on the front channel.
Hasta la Victoria Siempre
More sounds.
I always write stream of consciousness. Very often I touch on subjects too briefly (poetry messed me up, main). Sometimes readers are left with the wrong ideas. Once I've posted it's too late to take it back. For example, I preempted character attacks by spilling the beans on everything in my life that could be damaging (politics gets nasty). I did not spend the time on it I should have.
I also said I gave up music, and that's not true. I've always loved music. I did not abandon music for any years, although I did not make any for a long time. When I grew three feet in two years my fingers never worked right again, a coordination problem. Not being able to play strings again really did break my heart. So I just listened to everything I could get my hands on instead.
I've been trying to get a production level system like the one I have now since 1994. Being able to make music has been a long time coming for me. ((Now if I could just sing...)) Now I can sing and play an instrument, finally (apparently needed to get beaten up by a girl for it to come out), and everything to record with is FUBAR. *__*
I always write stream of consciousness. Very often I touch on subjects too briefly (poetry messed me up, main). Sometimes readers are left with the wrong ideas. Once I've posted it's too late to take it back. For example, I preempted character attacks by spilling the beans on everything in my life that could be damaging (politics gets nasty). I did not spend the time on it I should have.
I also said I gave up music, and that's not true. I've always loved music. I did not abandon music for any years, although I did not make any for a long time. When I grew three feet in two years my fingers never worked right again, a coordination problem. Not being able to play strings again really did break my heart. So I just listened to everything I could get my hands on instead.
I've been trying to get a production level system like the one I have now since 1994. Being able to make music has been a long time coming for me. ((Now if I could just sing...)) Now I can sing and play an instrument, finally (apparently needed to get beaten up by a girl for it to come out), and everything to record with is FUBAR. *__*
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