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the show goes on

...so he came to the deadly cold snowy heights to cheat the poet.
the poet was like, a man of fifty-two with his eyes blue and his hair grey and curly
md was a bald man with glasses and his body as strong as mind /видимо, в жизни было слишком много хардкора. во всех смыслах/
as they talked, i was sitting behind the computer box. pretty big one i'd say о_о
- put your signature here, and we're even for the rest of our lives!
he was smiling as kindly as the poet did
- alas...
- this corporation will make out a bestseller, i swear
- ...i do love money
the poet came over the computer and torn out of it the cd reader, out of it he took that very part of it where one puts the disk itself
it was very sharp
he came over the table
- i love my poetry more. i know it isn't perfect, it isn't priceless... but i know it costs much more than your goddamn sum
he raised his cd-shelf towards md
md smiled and took out a hatchet
the scene where they were trying to kill each other was way too picturesque
but the end was the hardest part
they both had their torso left from their body. no legs
they were standing till death
the little foxes came over to cast a magic spell and i became back human.
it was a great, red-coloured wave of hot living animal fur
the most beautifil sea i've ever seen. everything was covered by this foxish tide
as it went away, there was no md, no poet, no white and red
only green, green fields of peppermint and the blue and clouds, the sun made everything seem gold
there were four small foxes behind me
they looked at me with their eyes full of something desperate
and suddenly i understood i was becoming air
there was too much oxygen
i lost my mind

and that is were i found myself awoken >:3
the most colourful dream i've ever had

А можете вы на время прикрыть сей фонтан эрудиции?

не читай, и тебе будет радостно и даже по себе

Chatta_Gris wrote:в своей галактике лонлизма с элементами фурри

И ты туда же)

эх, Котя.
у нас здесь радиация, а не эрудиция

Как-то Асха задал в одной пп теме похожий вопрос. Тогда я ответила, что мы треплемся о вечном.
Сегодня всё иначе?

Но есть котики.

m'lady, you are a dreamtraveller, aren't you
*sigh
so good