affame_le_geant_end_of_part4 fyn gula snow fell with abandon, like children playing without parental supervision, accumulating centimeters of measureable powder in dismembered hours. the snake-wheel tracks made by the shetland wool coat-wearing madrill's bicycle, when she unexpectedly arrived to separate puppertwinkle's body from his skeleton, were completely covered up, as if she was never there. as if history was a myth, a collection of stories kemulyan fathers told their children to teach them how to lead honourable lives. tripod was also entirely concealed by the blizzard in her run-down state of immobility, although a flurry of activity was being transacted via her internal digital transfer system. no doubt this bizarre theft was another one of proina's works of improbity and unhesitating transmission of this cataclysmic event was expedient if puppertwinkle was to ever be restored to wholeness. for now he sat between two identities, existing not on either side but on the line that divides and that line takes on a dimensionality all its own. it takes on a sense of place and shape and being. end of part four. fin. thanks for reading along. 021226 ... p2 bravo! bravo! bravisimo! ooo, intermission where's the popcorn stand? 021226 ... fyngula thanks p2. i have the popcorn. what do you want to drink? how about truffles for dessert? 021226 what's it to you? who go blather from