Post by James Chaplin on Feb 27, 2005 2:10:18 GMT -5
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“ How dare you”, He spoke to within a Sinatra melody, grabbing me by my arm as if I were an utterly meager soul.
[ CONFRONTATION.]
“ How dare you!!” I growled back to my nemesis, while waving my Irish company away with my free hand.
Like two lovers within a pool of their own sexual juices, The Dark Poker Joker and I needed our own space and time. We began to tango with one another, each of us wielding our own insidious daggers as if there was going to be :
NO TOMMORROW.
NO TOMMORROW.
NO TOMMORROW.
Such random portions of thickness began to pour profusely from The Dark Poker Joker’s stricken mouth, falling onto my shiny shoes and the asylum’s snow-white tile floor; (I could hear Mary from behind me speaking to another.)
“ How could that be?” I though to myself.
The Poker Joker would hear no more of my thoughts, as he sliced my chest open with such a spirited lunge of enthusiasm.
“ Mary?” I began to yelp like a tortured client, stepping backwards away from the demonic emblem of power that did not belong to exist in the fucking first place.
“ What about me?”
“ What about them?”
My eerie opponent began jiggle closer and closer towards me, gurgling like a drowning man named Sam.
( THAT WAS IT!”)
“ Sam?” I spoke to him softly, so I would not enrage him any further: [ The Dark Poker Joker stopped within his own bloody tracks.]
( I had never seen such a priceless set of eyes burn so mad. So out of control.)
I could hear my Irish whore Mary moaning enthusiastically behind me, wrestling with her own temperamental desires.
“ Sam?” I spoke again within the shocked tone of one who approaches a long lost friend after twenty years. The Dark Poker Joker began to cry, as his burning eyes began to smolder heavily from within their throbbing sockets.
“YES, IT’S ME! SAM THE MAN THAT NEVER GAVE A DAMN .”
The man named Sam feel to the ground upon his knees, taking out from within a hidden compartment inside of stained costume a silver lighter.
“It doesn’t have to be this way.” I spoke sympathetically.
[ I held such compassion for my enemy.]
“ It doesn’t have to end this way.”
I had never before seen something burn so quickly and evenly, as the Former Dark Poker Joker named Sam was engulfed within a massive chariot blue flame, making me wish I were more than JUST HUMAN; [Then came the moaning.]
I turned my attention from the permanent scene I was curiously witnessing, to a scene of envy and horror that drove me as mad as A Music conductor under his own gun.
My lovely pale Mary was bound within rigid strands of thorns, which embedded themselves within each and every one of her veins and aroused emotions.
“ I thought I could begin to see the light ahead?”
BUT THEN IT ROSE FROM A GRAVE OF PLUSH DAMP SOIL.
MOTHER NATURE HAS OFFICIALLY GONE MAD.
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