marox_pass_nylem_enraged fyn gula in the time that colors swirl about inside forming images within the dreams that bid us stay (get your shirt, the parade is starting) and remain asleep for an eternity of days, hours where silence is the song that wakes us...here in that moment, within that world, nylem was p a c i n g . "i'll never send a fucking, slow-ass panda to do a thief's work," nylem said. he had an orange in his hands he had not yet peeled and instead of proceeding, his anger propelled him to smash it against a white brick wall. it exploded on impact and the blood red juice made interesting shapes and pictures on the impromtu canvas. children who had been milling about listening to the romanian organ grinder and watching his mischievious monkey pinch unsuspecting old ladies' bottoms came over to the wall and had much fun making up what the images looked like. a rabbit, a star, and a heart, of course. a heart, always a heart. remember the panda? how helin actually gave him the directions to the whereabouts of the marox pass? sure you do. however, he was not heard from since the acquisition and nylem was enraged. mad as a hornet slapped silly. furious. fucking pissed royal. "the bloody bastard!" nylem shouted, and his lime green dreads whipped about his head like snakes looking for someone to bite. the children ran willy-nilly hoping to find their mothers as soon as possible, for it was the angry nylem who they were told would get them if they were disobedient. 011021 what's it to you? who go blather from