marox_pass_the_parade_stops fyn gula anton was not the only one to be curious about the parade's sudden cessation, although it was not actually abrupt, it was more like a process over the course of a few interconnected and unusual events. "perhaps it was what happened with the children," maylay said, pointing to a litle boy in a playmobil shirt crying. "those shackles are rubbing his ankle raw." he took neutralizer gel from his pack, along with dressing and tape. in a few minutes he had wrapped up the wound and the boy's whimpers changed to sniffles and then smiles of gratitude. maybe it was the fact that one of the minstrel's accordions slipped from her palsied hands and smashed to the white gravel. the last breath of air escaped from it like a dying camden loon in middle c. "it was already broken," anton said, picking it up for her. "most of the keys didn't even make a sound when she pressed them." perhaps it was a dwarf who was listening to ani defranco's reckoning/reveling in his walkman while holding on to the chain that bound one of the black draegyn's legs. he was so captured by "school night,' (you are a miracle and that is not all...and you'll never know dear how much i loved you.) thinking about his wife, that he accidently got in the way of one of the draegyn's intermittent fiery exhalations. ("watch out!" the other dwarves yelled, but he didn't hear.) when the flames hit him, he thought for a moment that passion was carrying him away. "looks like those burns are third degree," nabiscus winced. however the dwarf continued to hold fast to his chain, but he appeared to be in shock. finally, he simply fell over from weakness and since the draegyn's foot was now free, it lashed out angrily and then came down on top of the unfortunate dwarf, killing him instantly. (see ya, see ya, the voice over from "kazoointoit" said, still playing in his ears.) "fuck!" nimbia yelled, and rushed to help, but sadly, it was too late. sometimes it is. or it could have been the panda nylem had forced to be a chair. it was choking violently on an excess of bamboo leaves and in involuntary coughing nearly propelled nylem out of the palanquin. whatever it was, the parade's torpid movement came to a halt. a cuckoo clock whose pendulum slowly stopped swinging. 010619 ... farmfish this came up on the random three posts and so i clicked it on... fyn...boyo...your're a maniac ye are. but i love ya---- you is bein' my best friend. 030117 ... log burning fire we are many, if we are one. 060223 what's it to you? who go blather from