affame_le_geant_a_part_he_played fyn gula "demuestreme donde esta el arnes por favor," saumboo said to puppertwinkle, now that frau werzenwozen was safely tucked in. she seemed to be in a deep sleep, breathing normally. saumboo was ready to put the harness on. he wasn't sure where to go once they got going, but he knew frau werzenwozen would want to get rolling. with puppertwinkle's help, he found the harness and felt its cumbersome weight on his capable shoulders. he cringed at the cold steel pounding his flesh to the bone and closed his eyes tight as a clam. "jesus fuck!" he yelled. it was not God he was refuting, only the circumstances of his ciean-led destiny. when he opened his eyes again, it seemed the sun had set to him, for the darkness behind the empty caverns of his blind eyes was the deepest purple, the ripest plum in the early stages of rotting. his spirit was moved by frau werzenwozen's deceptive desperation and he knew by the nakedneass of her anxious soul that she possessed a sensitive willigness to become emotionally motivated. and this brought joy to him in the midst of his crumbling life, realizing his presence had played a part in the drama that was her story, and his character, (who would have played him? a thread bare stuffed animal?) would be effective in teaching her to bring forth the fruits of her hidden love. but would she reawaken? when puppertwinkle saw that saumboo was fastened in the harness and attached to the tongue, he felt his initial tug on the wooden cart. he realized things were about to change dramaticlly. with frau werzenwozen asleep, they were now in charge of their own journey. just before they decided to go, there was a fluttering movement under the makeshift grave of the spegnere and the dandelion. "wait, senor saumboo, don't go yet." puppertwinkle said. "dere ees someting alive in deese place of death." 020615 what's it to you? who go blather from