affame_le_geant_life_flashing fyn gula what i'm about to tell you is very sad. but that's the way it is. equal measures of joy and sorrow. each one has its particular way of defining and revealing the other. puppertwinkle, unable to gain solid footing and continuously pushed down by proina who was determined to prevent his survival, fell victim to this god/monster's wicked intentions. he was fucking drowning. poor little boy. damn. and so it was then that his incredible life began flashing before his eyes, a kaleidoscopic film festival of monumental events and moments lived with absolute passion. his humble beginnings in the leatherworks shoppe of an amish farm located in the laurel highlands of southwestern pennsylvania, where a gentle mother chihuahua birthed three alien-like puppies. he was the runt, so little he needed human help to find trixie's nipple. as he grew, his original master, simon brennamen didn't even know what breed he had. someone told him he could make money selling the puppies. fifty dollars each, the ad said in a local feed store. one day, dennis and jamie were buying sweetfeed for the dairy goats when they saw the scrawl on the wall. no fone number because the amish don't believe in them. a couple weeks and letters later, jamie and hilary this time picked him up and that's how he got to robin hill. we named him teedo, but puppertwinkle is what they called him when he first crossed over the bridge between worlds and traveled to kemulya. as soon as he was old enough, dennis trained him to be a clown dog for le cirque petite. he did tricks. he danced. he gave five. he followed the big red shoes wherever they went, even at festivals where hundreds of people converged. he was passed from arm to arm and by the end of the afternoon, he was perfumed with the fragrance of all the ladies who thought he was cute. 021021 what's it to you? who go blather from