Captain Ron had beasted the high seas for seventeen years, but he never came into a storm so descructive. The massive waves lashed his small fishing boat – “argh! I spilled my beer!” he shouted, but spilt brews were the least of his worries on that paranormal morning in the mist.
Then Captain Ron screamed, “Suit up! Tonight will be de… wait for it… lightful. Delightful!
Chili made me think of Pepper, who came into my office without knocking, but with a problem… a big one…
The Examiner purportedly reported all over coffee sign your name across my heart love always mayor of Valencia.
Unfortunately he wasn’t the mayor of Valencia much longer. He was shot in the back of the head on his birthday.
He Survived, but was paralyzed from the neck down and endured a long and painful road to recovery.
She took everything from him and never gave anything back – she left him naked and raw.
He began plotting, vengeful, bloody schemes. She would be sorry. She would pay.
Or would she. Her power was omnipresent. Her beauty transcended time. She was a being of higher power even though she worked in an office Monday – Friday, hair in a bun. Work suit on.
And I decided I was in love with her. Madly madly in love with her. But the more I thought about it, the more doubts I had. And for some reason I started thinking about ice cream and my craving began to totally consume me. I soon forgot about whatever I was thinking about earlier.
I reflected on my times in Paris. Listless wandering down crooked streets built on Imperialist aspirations of a gilded future. I kissed her on the banks of the Seine, a Bateau Mouche cruising past with tourists and ironic lovers looking at us to complete their experience… I could tell something else was on her mind.
“Je voudrais aller a laduree pour manger on macaron.” We need a new place. A new city. New people. New fog and new dogs fighting in the park.
It was as if the whole world was ripe with Julius; opening to all of us to partake in the sweet nectar.
We were young and innocent. Teetering on the edge of the tallest diving board, ready to dive into a pool of nothing-ness.
And as I looked around I felt the pressure of everyone around me; realizing I was completely naked, I seeked the cover of the water below.
So I took a step back and a deep breath. I paced towards the edge, but before I could reach it, I tripped, and I fell and I fell, and I fell.
As I fell down the rabbit hole. I realized that I had grabbed the revolver, I would never go back home again.
When I awoke, I was in a dark room with nothing but a small pile of saw dust and a mysterious wooden object.
Alas! I have realized to mine own cognitive senses that the Bluetooth enacted me to contemplate self destructing myself. As I looked down the barrel of a gun I pulled the trigger only to find myself awaken on some tropical planet where I realized that I was not a human, but a houseplant!
Chapter 21.
I could feel my new body from my roots in the soil to the tips of my long, fuzzy leaves. I felt three budding flowers in my torso, but outside these identifications I could not smell or see or hear…
Chapter 22.
Only feel the growth from within hoping to soon sense the world around me again.
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