| A lazy Buddhist and a sometime politician, usually writing fairy tales and other such nonsense while drinking espresso in cafes around town. |


Zombie, Stage Left.Not so much a deviation, but getting an idea in here since I have not posted in a long while. A movie director is, well, directing a movie about zombies and such. It just so happens he has access to actual zombies to play the parts of the zombies. So to go along with directing a movie, he also has to keep the zombies from eating the non-zombie crew and actors. Things generally go well until the lead actress gets bitten by a zombie. This is where the problem come into play as the actress is now turning into a zombie. But in the movie, she does not turn into a zombie and actuallyZombie, Stage Left.


Penguin SenseIn a diner, drinking tea, talking about the finer points of some political nonsense with a friend. Few are in the diner, early in the morning. Just a few moments earlier I had taken my medicines. I look up and see him. Across the diner, drinking coffee is a penguin. He sees me and waves. Thats funny, I never knew penguins liked coffee. I think about the penguin missing from the zoo. Then I look up again and the penguin puts a couple of dollars on the table and waddles away. My friend thinks I am looking into space and asks whats on my mind. If I told you I would have to go back to the hospital. He is satisfied with thaPenguin Sense


WaitI have been in a waiting room for some time and will have some time more to wait. Aside from a receptionist whos attention is is elsewhere, no one has been in this room. Occasionally the receptionist does step outside to take a cigarette break as I just sit and wait. Nothing more, time goes by so slowly. I look up and see a large aquarium swirling with no life, empty. Once in a while the receptionist calls a break over the intercom system and I can hear people scurry about for fifteen minute outside the closed door, and after those precious fifteen, all is silent again. RightWait
| A lazy Buddhist and a sometime politician, usually writing fairy tales and other such nonsense while drinking espresso in cafes around town. |
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20th lámour <33
Thank you very much for the print request. I think the royalties will have to go to my cousin, though.
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And, also, I suppose that could be a nifty proclamation. hahaha. Thank you.
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