sabbie_mythologies mahayana im running in thickly covered forests of lanky trees and meandering bushes. dew drops echo off toenails as foot marks delineate where i have been. the faster i float - impish vines tickle and grasp at bare ankles in feverish delight. i can sense them encompassing me. spirits of bounteous forms. with sweaty hands in pocket i ensure that my treasure has not fallen. self made paths twist and tangle around rotted stumps, mossy boulders, and piles of decaying leaves. im almost there now :i can feel it: rhythm overtakes me and becomes a mantra in my exploration of you. thump, thump, swish swish, swish, scrape thump, thump, swish we're almost there. i can see the clearing. jaded feet pick up the pace with a blithesome smile. slower and slower thump .... thump slower and slower no longer in motion colossal oaks, home to goblins and gnomes, transcend in all directions as fireflies and cyclopean moths dance and flit about. sharp metallic corners remind me of a journey's purpose. slowly i retrieve my nonpareil and sit myself down about the forests ground. a box slightly rusted takes some time to convince to open. with creaks and grumbles she reluctantly moves in fragmentary steps. auroral lights branch forth and low -and- behold hovering before my very eyes is a wee faery ready to flutter into action she knows her métier and mission as she calls out to you, "where are you now?" awake before im gone. awake before im gone. further and further away i see her faint glow as she makes her way to finding you. 090211 ... not found I wish somebody would look for me like this. (sighs) 090213 ... misstree ::wafts a few sparkling thoughts of sabbie-inspired mahayana dreams into a jar so she can later inhale the sweetly glowing scent:: 090214 ... mahayana ! :] ! 090214 ... minnesota_chris she once raised twin tiger cubs by nursing them from her own breasts, now they follow her around to do her bidding 090214 ... minnesota_chris one time when she was on a plane and it crashed in the Australian outback. She killed two giant lizards with a TV tray and roasted them on a fire made of in-flight magazines. Then she didn't eat any because she's a vegetarian. 090225 ... minnesota_chris her real name is Sabriccia Mattsaferro. She is the last of her line of Mattsaferros. Mattsaferro means "killer of iron" in Italian. The second to the last Mattsaferro was her father. No one knows what happened to him, but he went missing shortly after having a heated arguement with Sabbie about which direction the toilet paper should unroll. 3 people died in the gathering of this knowledge. 090320 ... . . 100114 what's it to you? who go blather from