scanning the floor for leftover appendages.
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Thursday, December 19, 2002 Slowly, softly, scarcely noticeably, peacefully, graciously, considerately, elegantly, the small hard fart makes its exit from my bri-nylon super slacks, and glides effortlessly over the surface of my plastic chair until it reaches the perimeter, whereupon it floats down to the dusty floor like a stone in an ocean. Its density greater than the atmospheric air which I breath, its hue; one of lurid green, its composition poised tantalisingly betwixt the gaseous and the liquid, its scent, like a concentrate of some dubious pleasure. My creme puff collapses then, and the fondue is struck once more from the menu du jour. Dandelion P, Wildingfrowser, Galliard & Gee Advisors to the realm posted by Spooky | 8:55 AM |
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