It was a dark and stormy night...
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...
Blew the wind...
Exposing the fragile layers of his mind to the riffling fingers of his furtive subconscious.
He woke with a start.
He started to rise.
He rose to his feet.
His feet were cold and felt prickly.
Needles were coursing through his veins... He wanted to peel his skin off as if he were afraid something else had crawled in there with him that night.
Eyes staring wide rotated in their sockets and focused on the drapes.
"Damned weather... Screw this @!$#*^*!! window...!"
He went back to sleep.
(Hey thats ME!!!)
LOOK MA, I'M ON A BLOG!!
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2 comments:
snoopy will beat anyone hands and paws down.
snoopy,mostly lives and rests inside us.
"Hey thats me", is the shadow of an aberration that one has to contend with.yet I like the way you approach those peeling layers.As Eliot said,'the insiduous intent'.Mira Nair laments in her Ayodhya Cantos that the dogs in Varanasi should jump into Saryu the river there.
Why...kyon ji ki lod hai???
Like... I mentioned Snoopy because... In one strip he's writing a manuscript which starts with the mots CORNY line... It was a dark and stormy night... But Woodstock intervenes again and again and the end result is quite funny.
I love SNOOPY!!!
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