Zombiepo?��pse: 08.07

?? 27, 2007

So we're a?itting in a ?, very nhome the??nch of friends and family, a?hey're a?here to watc? ful?estored,?er-b?e-seen, complete copy o?pan style="font-style: italic;">The Wizard o??an>. It's kind of like Wicked but more ??pirit of original, b?se i???h Dorothy's ?y, but it ge??y dark. For ?ance, the happy ?psom? skippin?s wa????ntain path at night, in the moonlight. Suddenly, everyone hears ?owl, and the?eeze. The camera slowly zooms in?his corner in the path, ??hich everyone has to?n, and anothrowl is ?d--(wow kind of scary, one of my compan? com? mockingly and I??tyle="fo?tyle?alic?hush?pan>them???ive force)--and a very h?, very a??zle ?ges ??he corner. It's a werewolf, and it lunge?? me and then?hing? />
I' this horrible bubbl?m fa?y land, but ?? qui?hat bubb?m. See, ???s, Barbie-li?rincess is in lo?ith the archery ??or, but has ??covered ? he's cheating on her. Enraged, she tramps down and out ?he castle and in?he m?ain vall?here he hold?actice, and whic???ely ??l. T?? an turally brilliant blue, the ?s a violent shade of green, and the mountain?acketing the valley are golden. ?? the??t edge of th???aini?ange, holdin? a golde?row, when th?ince?talk? to him and ???ing. He looks co?ned,? confident, when an unbe?? eno?s vo? of red, yellow,?nd green?ows is launched from the oth?ide ?he field, and keeps talking to his girlfriend while holding the golden a? up behind him. All ?he a?s in the? are sucked into the golden arrow, and he walks with us back over to the oth?ide ??ange, where junior archers a?eated in this complex cl?oom/amphitheatre. He?seminates all of the?ows ?? proper owners by waving the golden arrow like a wan?hich?ces ?o immediately gi???hing it'?similated re?ly. ? the badge of his office. Once he's done red??ing ?ything, ? of an e?e (g?-looking) section ha??ten ?hing, and he sni?s, "?s we don't have ??o go around.? />
I'? a friend's ?e, a?e're arguing over something, when he?s, "Let's all go? to dinner," meaning me, him, and all of? bro?s. What follows is an al???tyle="fo?tyle?alic;">Malcolm-in-the-Middle?an> style caper, which involves my friend hiding around the corner of the re?? and spooking the manager in?hinking ?e's a monster there ??s "gobbins" whic??arently ? the man? is, only to emerge with all of his ?le brothers in a?my, which he commands to bombard the??h rog food. However, thi??t of?ash, as his ?? pla? him?h an?al amount of?ting food himself, jump into?ink SUV ? doe? belong ?hem, and steal it. The o?t sn? and jumps into his truck and peels off. I'm left alone, and I have to conte?ith the bitch whose SUV got stolen--she her ?ear-old daug? are in, som?, the SUV, a?hey'?rovoking me with it, bumping my truc?er and over again, harder ea?ime. I growl and sta?he engine, a???ing as good as I?. We undertake a?ry chase all around the parking lot, whe?dden?? SUV transforms into?ink grocery ?. This doesn't dampen their rage, however, a?e continue i?r lo??tle demolition d??il I fin? kill those two once and? all?ddenly, I fe??? them, and decide to? their SUV back from the bro?s. A? I get back ???se, I re?e no? is home--th?e all fled b?? wrath. I leave through the door and notice?ath through the woods. M?iend and?sed to go do?here all the time, b?ince we've been fighting (several mo?), I?? gone do?here. There's a really nice,?ty but furnished?se at th?her end ??ath,? it's ha?o walk down--pretty rough. N?'s fallen, a?he moon'sen,? that's neve?opped me from going for a walk in the woods before, so I? off?'s not long before I realize the?h's much cle? and?ier ?alk down--a lot ?ork's been done, includi?creens along the side to kee??anches and mulch laid down. I see something blunderi???????, and I thin?pan style="font-style: italic;">Not again--

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posted by Hugh VanDerG??p; # 2:35 AM&?;mments

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I was in a big ten?ort of a Middle-?ern baza?hing going on. I?????, and I really, real?anted this ancient T?an bell ?? rumored to have special pro?ies ??ld make my dreams real. ???ively small,??he l?h of my hand at its wideiameter. Old, ta?hed,?sted. I real?ante??t this old Asian dude kept keeping m?om getting i?aying that it was not for sale. Kind of ?ed me off. The next time?ent round th?tall, the be?as gone and the guy squinted at me a?aid, "I put it away.? safekeeping." J?, okay. ?alki?ntil I came across a stall (the ?? inf?ely large, I think) ? sol?and-new, shi?eplicas ?hat bell, and I talked my dad into buying one of those and joining me in the search for the old one. We finally foun???itting on the seat in the cabin of an ol?uck, and we kly ?ched them and I made off?h the old bell, ? to lose it again in the?king are?tsid?hich con?ed of a worn?n patch of dirt ?ounded b?ass and an i?sibly tall f?t.

Then I was in a roo?ll of people, with blood-colored walls, and ?ere soci?ing.????e si?ion. All of ?dden??trils felt dry and i?, so?urre????ched?ide my nose, only to?? fin? com?ay c?ed i?ied-?trings of snot a?ith the feeling ? the?as a bunch more sticking? of my n?ils. God it was ?s. So I'?anticall?ying to clea?? schnoz when an older blonde wom?ho l? familiar comes ?o me?? I c? my nose?? right hand, and goes "Oh, my God. I remember you! Do you remember me? I'm Todd's mom!" ?onderful. The mom of this kid I was friends with in elementa?chool, b?ho I??aw again?er I skipped a grade??hat I needed when inch-long shre?ied ?s keep e?ding themselves from my nose. So Todd himself walks up, and he l? like he did as a kid, but all grown up (and remembering the dream now, ? kind of odd because the? he looked in th?eam is e???ay I??hink he looks like now) and ? all "He??de!" all?py a??t I ? him off and make a beeline for someplac??e where I can de?ith ?ecal?ant beak? />

??t on? the wil?. I was talking to Amanda, an in?reter I had in high school, while painting. And I was painti?he most alien, b?iful scenes in acrylic on ca? boaas I spoke, changing the picture alo?ith ?rain of ?ght, adding new elem?, altering o?s, a??ing a new on?ery so often. I reme? looking at one ? had?ink sky and green fi??h a ?le of kids in the fo?ound and a g?y hillock rising off to the right, over which we?isible a group of large hexagona?? planted in the ?nd a??ed i??ly-c?ed Chinese designs, and thinking??tyle="fo?tyle?alic;">That's odd, I don?emember painting those. A?hen the ? two??? as hell?o views ??ame black house, silhouetted aga? a moonl?ky a?urrounde? dead black tree?he feeling I?? of tryi?o rememb??hing abo?hat ??t was comple? unable ?ecal?, like a cre?e under a thin b?nbreakable l? of ice.

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