marox_pass_south_bend_indiana fyn gula there was a sense of relief in the audience now that nylem and especially the black draegyn were gone. ("history," nimbia wished.) maylay was correct in his assumption about this wicked tyrant of inner thinking. he was seriously worried about copello's reaquisition of the marox pass, and he hurridly exited because he wanted to check on its suspension. (sand in the fingers is always temporary) anyway, everyone seemed relieved, sighing, now that nylem was absent. we sometimes find ourselves in the presence of oppression and not until we are set free by circumstance do we realize that the irritating twitching of our eyes was the stress of antagonism. (and when its doubled by poison ivy, fuck!) "should we leave him alone?" nimbia asked, and he noticed the peace about the theatre, for it was unbelievable. "we should," maylay said, and he said it with the authority, knowledge, and experience that comes when one pursues goodness in the face of evil. we can fight and undying resistance will win in the end. we can rage against inconsistency and realze we need to recommit ourselves. "why?" nimbia asked, for he wanted to chase nylem while he was alone, for not one of the soldiers of the branches accompanied him. nimbia was one of those youthful avengers that was disillusioned by violent propensity. "i'm so pissed at that fucking draegyn anyway for tweaking my ankle." "because i think copello either has the marox pass or he has hidden it away from nylem's knowledge," maylay said, with confidence. "let's allow the cieans to perform their mysterious implementation." (the cieans are those messengers that work between worlds to bring forth the destiny we seek.) "nimbia, chill." anton said. "watch the show." and it continued. scenery changed to downtowne south bend, indiana. fyn gula, now a large stuffed animal dressed in diesel (was it a bear?) was sitting at an outdoor cafe. enrico biscotti on the table with a con panne that the server put much more whipped cream in than he was required to. (maybe it was the painting fyn gave along with the $2.74.) there was a buzz amongst the crowd for everyone knew what was going to happen next. 010729 ... log burning fire mice_are_not_rats 060315 what's it to you? who go blather from