affame_le_geant_this_fall_of_rain fyn gula it seemed there was no use playing the tri-rhyming game anymore. frau werzenwozen illicited her response, achieved her goal by continuing to beat saumboo down into a self-destructive pulp, and managed to still any sense of germinating happiness that the dandelion attempted to grow. so, the wooden cart creaked on towards eyesland, an eerie silence settling on the travelers like a diesel scented fog. they stopped only when the spegnere needed to urinate or defecate. everyone, except saumboo, simply turned their heads. once, they led saumboo and puppertwinkle out so they could piss behind a rather large silver maple. when the journey resumed, they nibbled on cinnamon-dipped roasted almonds and drank earl grey tea with an infusion of mango torani. frau werzenwozen assumed a look of wild confidence and reckless bravado, daring the world to show her a single peril she had not thought up herself. she had been given the task of debasing saumboo step by step and she was succeeding beyond her wildest dreams. she raised her arms and split the silence with a spontaneous shout, "hoodee hoo!" oh, how proud boffden would be when he met them in eyesland! strange how hard it rained then. the human flowers were unaffected, they merely lifted their heads and relished it as we would the warmth of the sun. the spegnere plodded along. the crow feathers were an excellent repellent. frau werzenwozen had some hidden crank she turned and a grand leather tarp framed by iron bars much like an umbrella instantly sheltered her. but, saumboo and puppertwinkle were drenched in seconds. the little dog kept shaking the water form himself, yet saumboo could only sit there and wipe the relentless water from his blind eyes. "it is my heart, this saturated ground," he thought to himself. "unable to hold another fall, swollen eyes flood the soul with a torrent of raw perception, recognition of a love that defies reason. i am digging my own grave, with every thought like flies laying eggs in my infectuous wounds. can i ever climb out of this? no. the hole is too deep. i always thought i was different. hell yeah. i am a statistic, victim to what kills everyone. but what life could come out of these ashes? for the phoenix will have its throat slit even as it flaps its broken wings." and there was not one person that knew he had these crumbling reflections, for when they looked upon him he appeared asleep, the raindrops dripping from his dreadlocks, one by one. 020519 ... fyn_gula "it is this fall of rain," puppertwinkle said, as he noticed the remnants of the sugar girl's dissolved body had not been completely shaken off, "that will soon turn to snow and there is no dog, especially me that wants to be caught in it when it does." 021216 what's it to you? who go blather from