And now for something different:
Big: (sees his pet frog sitting on a rocking chair, wearing a hat, holding a shotgun in one hand, and smoking a peace pipe in another) Kaeru-kun, what are you doing?
Kaeru: Smoking buckshot.
Big: Buckshot? What in Sam Adams in that?
Kaeru: A mixture of hash, tobacco, and Chinese rosebuds, laced with Smirnoff Ice.
Big: EHHHHHHHH!? Kaeru-kun, isn't that gonna kill you!?
Kaeru: Nope. Us frogs are immune to the chemicals in this stuff. My family, from where I come from, likes buckshot, but prefers not to smoke it. Me, though, I enjoy something like this, especially, when the New Year is about to start.
Big: Oh. Can I have some?
Kaeru: Sure, but be forewarned, it's mighty potent, Big.
(Big smokes buckshot)
Big: Hey, this is good. (starts to go into a trance) I…am…Ironman…hear…me…roar…
Kaeru: …
Okay, no more fooling around, on to the next Chapter. Back to the pink, pure sugary chickadee, this time, wearing something birds would be proud of, or Chief Seattle, for that matter…or Chief Wahoo, or Little Hiawatha, Running Bear, Little White Dove, or even Geronimo Sittingbull, Jr. …ah, enjoy this poem.
(whoa! 10 chappies in 4 dayz! YIKES!)
*************************
The Blue And The Pink
Chapter 10:
Warrior Feather
Here I am, in the mystical ruins
Of Mexico, or Central America for that matter.
Such a desolate, destitute place
As far as I know.
I have finished playing a game of
Hedgehog Hammer on the Egg Carrier.
Not that I like the place anyway.
I wonder,
What am I doing here?
Do I have a purpose?
Did God show me the way?
Or did some spirit tell me
That I was destined to meet
With somebody.
Ah well, that's just the voices
In my head.
Yet I trudge on.
Eventually, I come to a clearing
Among the rubbish.
And in front of me
Lies a spirit.
It looks like an echidna,
But who could it be?
I come closer,
The spirit awakens,
And she says,
Amy, you are here.
I say,
How do you know my name?
I have connections,
She replies.
I only shake my head.
My name is Miss Tikal,
She says.
Feel free to consider me as
Mystical.
I laugh at the omnipresent,
Ubiquitous pun.
Then Miss Tikal explains
Everything that has happened,
And she gives me,
For what I have done,
A jewel hairpiece, with two feathers
Attached to it.
Now what could I do with that?
I try to ask her, but she vanishes
Into heaven.
I walk back home,
The feathers attached to my headband,
Possibly permanently.
Then some crazy lecher
Lifts my skirt up,
I grab my hammer,
But he knocks it away.
I try to lunge for it,
But I am tied down,
Like Jesus on the cross,
Dying, blood, dripping from his hands
And mines.
I am crying in pain,
Waiting for someone to save me.
Sonic isn't even here to do so
Like he has done so many times
Before.
Now he is about to penetrate me,
Dismember me,
Rape me,
Shake me,
Break me until I give out…
Then suddenly,
The hammer moves towards me.
The lecher tries to push it away,
But a wave of energy
Knocks him back.
I grab the hammer,
And then, as if
By a miracle on 34th street,
I spin so fast,
I become a pink tornado,
Hearts, cherry blossoms, and white feathers
Surrounding me,
And I give the lecher
A excruciating blow up his
Superior,
And he dies,
A rotting,
Dismembered,
Gruesome carcass.
I can only watch
In grim, but determined horror
As worms, scarabs, crows
Begin to pick, then pick, then devour
Every part of that piece of carrion.
I am so dizzy from spinning like a tornado,
That I swoon in Sonic's outstretched arms
As if I was in Hollywood.
Later that night I strike a rather
Suggestive, yet compromising
victory pose with my hammer,
Sonic posing with me
In his hot grinder shoes,
The two of us,
A unbreakable couple.
I have nothing to fear,
I won't stand alone.
All thanks to a couple of feathers,
And a heart of gold.
********************
End Chapter 10
Kaeru-kun: DY-NO-MITE!
Big: …
Big: (sees his pet frog sitting on a rocking chair, wearing a hat, holding a shotgun in one hand, and smoking a peace pipe in another) Kaeru-kun, what are you doing?
Kaeru: Smoking buckshot.
Big: Buckshot? What in Sam Adams in that?
Kaeru: A mixture of hash, tobacco, and Chinese rosebuds, laced with Smirnoff Ice.
Big: EHHHHHHHH!? Kaeru-kun, isn't that gonna kill you!?
Kaeru: Nope. Us frogs are immune to the chemicals in this stuff. My family, from where I come from, likes buckshot, but prefers not to smoke it. Me, though, I enjoy something like this, especially, when the New Year is about to start.
Big: Oh. Can I have some?
Kaeru: Sure, but be forewarned, it's mighty potent, Big.
(Big smokes buckshot)
Big: Hey, this is good. (starts to go into a trance) I…am…Ironman…hear…me…roar…
Kaeru: …
Okay, no more fooling around, on to the next Chapter. Back to the pink, pure sugary chickadee, this time, wearing something birds would be proud of, or Chief Seattle, for that matter…or Chief Wahoo, or Little Hiawatha, Running Bear, Little White Dove, or even Geronimo Sittingbull, Jr. …ah, enjoy this poem.
(whoa! 10 chappies in 4 dayz! YIKES!)
*************************
The Blue And The Pink
Chapter 10:
Warrior Feather
Here I am, in the mystical ruins
Of Mexico, or Central America for that matter.
Such a desolate, destitute place
As far as I know.
I have finished playing a game of
Hedgehog Hammer on the Egg Carrier.
Not that I like the place anyway.
I wonder,
What am I doing here?
Do I have a purpose?
Did God show me the way?
Or did some spirit tell me
That I was destined to meet
With somebody.
Ah well, that's just the voices
In my head.
Yet I trudge on.
Eventually, I come to a clearing
Among the rubbish.
And in front of me
Lies a spirit.
It looks like an echidna,
But who could it be?
I come closer,
The spirit awakens,
And she says,
Amy, you are here.
I say,
How do you know my name?
I have connections,
She replies.
I only shake my head.
My name is Miss Tikal,
She says.
Feel free to consider me as
Mystical.
I laugh at the omnipresent,
Ubiquitous pun.
Then Miss Tikal explains
Everything that has happened,
And she gives me,
For what I have done,
A jewel hairpiece, with two feathers
Attached to it.
Now what could I do with that?
I try to ask her, but she vanishes
Into heaven.
I walk back home,
The feathers attached to my headband,
Possibly permanently.
Then some crazy lecher
Lifts my skirt up,
I grab my hammer,
But he knocks it away.
I try to lunge for it,
But I am tied down,
Like Jesus on the cross,
Dying, blood, dripping from his hands
And mines.
I am crying in pain,
Waiting for someone to save me.
Sonic isn't even here to do so
Like he has done so many times
Before.
Now he is about to penetrate me,
Dismember me,
Rape me,
Shake me,
Break me until I give out…
Then suddenly,
The hammer moves towards me.
The lecher tries to push it away,
But a wave of energy
Knocks him back.
I grab the hammer,
And then, as if
By a miracle on 34th street,
I spin so fast,
I become a pink tornado,
Hearts, cherry blossoms, and white feathers
Surrounding me,
And I give the lecher
A excruciating blow up his
Superior,
And he dies,
A rotting,
Dismembered,
Gruesome carcass.
I can only watch
In grim, but determined horror
As worms, scarabs, crows
Begin to pick, then pick, then devour
Every part of that piece of carrion.
I am so dizzy from spinning like a tornado,
That I swoon in Sonic's outstretched arms
As if I was in Hollywood.
Later that night I strike a rather
Suggestive, yet compromising
victory pose with my hammer,
Sonic posing with me
In his hot grinder shoes,
The two of us,
A unbreakable couple.
I have nothing to fear,
I won't stand alone.
All thanks to a couple of feathers,
And a heart of gold.
********************
End Chapter 10
Kaeru-kun: DY-NO-MITE!
Big: …