affame_le_geant_theft_of_thought fyn gula saumboo, of course, did not see the miraculous lightening writing across the bruised sky, although with the blissed-out, hushed reverie of the travelers and the effulgent flashes that rattled his retina he knew something extraordinary was happening around him. besides, puppertwinkle's whining and his desperate attempts to hide underneath his coat convinced saumboo that the danger was real. puppertwinkle, now creeping, crawling, and wriggling up to saumboo's ear, read the mysterious message to him. he had difficulty with some of the english words, yet it didn't take saumboo long to realize what the contents of the text were taken from and that it was not only on his sleeve that he wore his crushed heart; it was embossed on the firmanent for all the world to view. saumboo, with a mixture of fear and wonder desired more than anything to facilitate this great unknown. there existed within his perplexity the puzzling questions of the fundamental origin. who the fuck did this? why? how? saumboo was frightened. someone or something was turning him inside out. he was slowly losing control of his very essence, a sweet popsicle in the heat of summer melting into the sidewalk and the ants were carrying away his soul. puppertwinkle was exhausted by his efforts and saumboo tenderly rubbed his trembling body with gratitude and comfort. "tell frau werzenwozen i have several questions for her," saumboo whispered. she had been calm during this ordeal, even puppertwinkle had pointed out her placidity in the raging storm, these solemn moments strangely affecting him. both of them could not help but wonder if she was involved with the theft of his thinking. as the phosphoresent letters dimmed and slowly disappeared, the wind, which had been blowing a moderate 2o to 25 mph, with gusts at 35 mph took an abrupt change for the worse. it came on hard and strong, picking up steady at 45 mph with gusts of 75 to 1oo mph. it stripped the dandelion of all of his seeds leaving him with his bald head, nothing more than a tiny ball. the travelers, barely resolute in their acceptance and understanding of the cryptic statement in the sky were now scared shitless by these swift blasts of hurricane force gales. whoa. hold the fuck on. it's only going to get crazier. 020522 what's it to you? who go blather from