Cacophony of Thought

I hope that you are feeling well and with--what is in your hand bag? It's slowly beginning to warm up.…

Do let's get it into the back yard, it's getting pretty hot but I can't think about it now. I want it as far from the house as--Christ! It's REALLY hot now; I'm going to need bandages--how far are...THERE IT IS!! I CAN make it! Damn! I'm going to see if the medicine cabinet or the bedrooms have anything useful. I bloody well hope so 'cause my hands are STILL getting even hotter! What the fuck is in that.…jar? And why does the smallest one wear a hat while the other ones don't. And it's the hat that's it's lid. I presume that only one of those needs a hat. Now, let's see if we can imagine some food and drink for ourselves. Get a little yang in us and that rain forest won't bother us none.

Better get everyone in here and make a circle of power. Do you know why there's so little magick in the world? Distraction and camouflage, that's the disguise. And now, before we get our kits and our "prizes" under cover, I vote for taking five! Fuck it! Take ten! Sighs.…

All the while, IT watched but it knew not what IT saw: a small band of privateers assaying the profit potential of the planet. Very soon, IT began to feel a maddening itching sensation which continued to grow in intensity until IT broke into the Plane of Missing Dimensions which, within itself, contains the Non-Time Zone, referred to by some adept traditions as Limbo (though its residents prefer the more technical name, to avoid confusion but it is unfortunate that "Limbo" IS the greatest distributor of confusion and entropy in That Which Is). Now it can be stated that IT exists but some use the gentler description, saying that IT "has been through some changes" while fewer still continue to use the good old "well IT just has a lot on ITS plate right now." But, frankly, craving began to grow inside of IT and brought back memories of elder days, of the bodies intrepid but a very small troop as IT's prize, trying to decide whether to snatch its prize all in one berserk raid or to stretch out the tastes by taking them one by one.

It slept well that night. 

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That long balloon is a little part of a story that doesn't exist. Yes, it was extemporised right here, no plan or plot. It was improvised out of the blue (cheesy phrase but what the hell?) "I've done it! I've done it! Finally, your sweater is finished!!" 

(As I have it on good report that that is an appropriate phrase to utter at times such as these.) If you get messages about requests for more, just fiddle-faddle; talk them into circles until they cut comms out of despair. You are the ultimate bureaucrat!  I'm sure that you will quickly dispatch those gleaming hairless snoop containers that they wear upon their shoulders.… Now, perhaps a mug of plankton cocktail would improve my mood. Let's see. Ah! There comes one. "RUNNER!!!"