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I wonder what particular fever dream this one crawled out of. I should probably just delete it on the basis that it is too unformed to be useful. | I wonder what particular fever dream this one crawled out of. I should probably just delete it on the basis that it is too unformed to be useful. | ||
| − | Uttuku begins a graceful leaping dance, his sword flashing in the sunlight. Reflecting off the comedy mask. Each reflection, casting the mask in a new light. From the laughter of the serial killer, who has captured his latest victim, to the maniac; his joy unrelenting, to one who has lost everything and all that remains is to laugh and on as the dance continues. | + | Uttuku begins a graceful leaping dance, his sword flashing in the sunlight. Reflecting off the comedy mask. Each reflection, casting the mask in a new light. From the laughter of the serial killer, who has captured his latest victim, to the maniac; his joy unrelenting, to one who has lost everything and all that remains is to laugh and on as the dance continues. As this happens he can be heard to sing out the following.<br> |
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| + | Boom-Boom!<br> | ||
| + | The sound from the perspective of a knat.<br> | ||
| + | Lo, a mortal crawls upon the ground.<br> | ||
| + | Stuck in his place,<br> | ||
| + | Battling with the earth.<br> | ||
| + | Tired; he seeks respite.<br> | ||
| + | Traveling to a place of resting,<br> | ||
| + | And the joy of imbribing.<br> | ||
| + | Oh no!<br> | ||
| + | Cold-iron denies his path!<br> | ||
| + | Arg, the pain, he does exclaim.<br> | ||
Revision as of 15:35, 15 March 2008
I wonder what particular fever dream this one crawled out of. I should probably just delete it on the basis that it is too unformed to be useful.
Uttuku begins a graceful leaping dance, his sword flashing in the sunlight. Reflecting off the comedy mask. Each reflection, casting the mask in a new light. From the laughter of the serial killer, who has captured his latest victim, to the maniac; his joy unrelenting, to one who has lost everything and all that remains is to laugh and on as the dance continues. As this happens he can be heard to sing out the following.
Boom-Boom!
The sound from the perspective of a knat.
Lo, a mortal crawls upon the ground.
Stuck in his place,
Battling with the earth.
Tired; he seeks respite.
Traveling to a place of resting,
And the joy of imbribing.
Oh no!
Cold-iron denies his path!
Arg, the pain, he does exclaim.
