A stout young fellow spoke of a fairy tale society, lost in a labrynth of disfigured Bugs Bunny puns.
With a single clasp of its mighty wings, the great wurm over took the maiden and pinning her to the ground...
... "the school called again. They say he..."
I sit here day in and day out waiting watching. I'm like some cat awaiting its prey. Waiting, watching memorizing its schedule then...
"So do you think," he stammered, "maybe you'd"...
falling
twisting
turning
sounds have color
"CAPITULATE!!!!"
On his knees in the pew the child knelt. Struggling against the pain that began to bite into his knees to keep his back perfectly straight as the nuns had taught him. He did not cheat and hold himself up with his elbows. Tears streamed down his face.
"Why, God?" he prayed as he wept.
"Never, I aquiesce to none"
sights tinkle with notes
flying
pirouetting
wracking
...shaking so hard he nearly vomitted he managed a weak smile, "go to the prom..." the moment he saw had passed her eyes were tuning to concoct an excuse...
and when it showed the cat...
..."wet himself"...
...it...
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
he wished, oh he so wished that he was some great and powerful beast...
the door creaked open and a bleak ray of light bled in. The child hoped against all hope that somehow that light would carry with it the warmth and gentle, sweet, love he so needed. Instead it was the cold steely voice of his father that reached his ears.
"No more.", was the last thing he remembered hearing that day.
...pounced and swallowed her up!
somewhere in the back corner of a surrealists nightmare, all was real. None were left to wonder. It was as it is, except Bugs Bunny... then someone changed the channel.
