never_ending_story sarpedon It was a cool, breezy night. The moonlight from above altered the tapestry of the small grove, making ordinary objects quite extrodinary to the unaccustomed viewer. A woman sat alone, seemingly dead center in relation to the forty foot radius of oak trees that surrounded her. She sat there, with her blond hair blowing casually in the wind. Ever so often she would let her head slowly, calmly fall backwards, as if to show as much respect to the stars above as possible. Then, with her eyes focused on some passing satellite plainly visible to the naked eye, her lips would part ever so slightly, with a faint smile that would normally be unperceptible to anyone watching her. The grove, however, was located miles away from the nearest home, and a good distance away from any footpath. This was certainly not an encouraging night to stroll several miles to one's home only to contemplate something. She was contemplating something, but her gentle face would not reveal it, not even someone very close to her. That is, if someone were that close to her. . . . 001103 ... Mr. Wonderful ***Part One*** In the past, 12,500 BC to be exact, a civilization of happy thinkers lived upon a floating island in the sky. they invented the first coffeepot. With out electricity, they had no puropse for their new invention, so they sent out a brave... 010310 ... florescent light ...young vibrant Fuzzy. To which they explained the Ancient Platypus Oracle. They told her the survival of their invention depended soley upon her species, the Fuzzies. And she must leave right away to fulfill the Oracle which stated.... 010310 ... johnny west ..."Hell hath no fury like a rubber cigar, lest ye confuse 'fury' with 'furry'"... 010310 ... Mr. Wonderful ***MOMENTART INTERMISSION*** THou hast knowest that this is NEVER ENDING... THERE FOR YOU CANT END IT EVER, IF YOU DO THOU SHALT BE FORCED TO BE Pummeled BY A PLETHORA OF PLATYPI. GOODDAY ***RESUME*** 010310 ... johnny west ...And so it was left that Fuzzy would search for the effervescent oranguroo, an unexpected addition to the animal kingdom. Singing "oranguroo, where are you?" ad nauseum, the Fuzzmeister checked into a seedy hotel ("Les Petites Esifreuges) and joined hands with a clairvoyant toothpick by the name of Thighmaster Squatting... 010310 ... Mr. Wonderful ... After the fuzzy and the clarivoyant toothpick discussed their plot in the hotel room they downed a bottle of cheap mash whiskey, and made sweet inanimate object love all night. The next morning they checked outa the hotel and ventured onward to the lost telephone booth of destiny to look for the electric weasel who could show them how to harness the power of electricity to master the coffee pot. 010311 ... Mr. Wonderful *** BREAK *** you are probably wondering what happened to the oranguroo, well it just so happens that this will come into play later in the story, as it is pivitol to the plot within one of the next 3-75 posts 010311 ... johnny west Also, be on the lookout for Michael Jackson, who just might drop in as The Scary Voice Of Plastic Surgery. ***END BREAK*** 010311 ... peyton The inseparable pair strolled out from the motel, smelling of malt liquor and lovemaking. Little did they know that the Coffee Pot, Mr. John Coffee (like the drink, and spelt the same) was watching their every slink and slide as they inserted themselves into their automobile. "I got out of that hole fair and square, I'll be damned if some lintball and a splinter are gonna take me back in." The cigar hung wetly from the pot's mouth. He cracked his knuckles against the side of his glass bowl, and inserted another cancer stick into his filter... 010319 ... the one me and you are a never ending story.. in the begining there was love then there was hate..then there was love...then hate...then love...... Im getting really bored. 011004 ... Ouroboros He comes by for the second time today to get his shoes. The first time he left alone to drum under the trees in a park downtown. I can barely look him in the eye, so ashamed by how un-present I am, by how depressed I am, by the fog that has settled and clouds and makes moving heavy, and keeps everything at bay. I am certain of what a drag I must be. How he deserves someone who can share his ever-omniscient optimism! He asks and I find the tea in the cupboard, I heat the water, I mumble to the floor. I am trying my best to do what needs to get through this moment. And he bends down and delivers a goodbye kiss and tells me he'll see me in a couple seconds. I walk him to the door, I lock the door, I crumble onto the couch and sob. When will this end? When will the misery stop weaving itself through my days and moments. I don't know what else to do? It's been months, MONTHS, of this up and down, with that little light at the end of the tunnel revealing itself, only to slip away once again. And again. 070805 what's it to you? who go blather from