marox_pass_a_change_in_copello fyn gula the old woman emitted a high pitched shrieking laugh like air eascaping out of a balloon when one pinches it with four fingers and lets it out slowly and playfully. she, of course, was reacting to copello's acceptance of her offer of a piece of shutter that hung crooked around her butter white windows, as if the cream cheese adhesive was thinly insufficient. the old woman, who covered her mouth with a pasty left hand in a lame attempt to hide missing front teeth, seemed surprised by copello's desire but quietly accomodated him, breaking a piece off with a "cric, crac, snap." she held on to it for a brief moment. and it is in this brevity that we must ask ourselves several questions... 1.what is shutter exactly? (as if we didn't already know.) 2.will there be a delay that may affect the pursuit of the marox pass? 3.is the old woman in cahoots with nylem? (is "cahoots" actually in the dictionary? yes. slang for partnership.) 4.? 5.? 6.? 7.? anyway, she held the piece of shutter like it was a glass of water and copello had just emerged from a day's journey across the mojave. "it will quench my thirst," copello thought to himself, to the self who disregarded others, who compromised purpose for pleasure, who embraced the temporary and fucking pissed on the permanent, who became vulnerable to attack. with a hand in the cookie jar and his mother no longer there to scold and prevent this soiree into secrecy, copello avoided the condemning eyes of responsibility and grabbed the piece of shutter, quickly shoving it in his mouth, hoping like hell no one saw him, especially helin. his tongue, like a deft finger maneuvered it underneath itself to where the potent and viable essence of the substance was released with velocity to the bloodstream. he didn't suck it. he allowed it to melt from immediate sweetness to chemical blandness, and then finally bitter banality. the old woman watched him with interest, for she knew what he was doing. she knew he had done it before, many times. "excuse me a second, honey," she said, putting her own piece of shutter in her mouth. "i'll be right back. i want to change my appearance." meanwhile, there was a change in copello. fucking right. 010831 ... bubonic plauge damn Fucking right 010831 what's it to you? who go blather from