by Fish » Tue Aug 01, 2006 6:20 pm
I'm listening to the voices in my head, and they don't like you. Any of you. It's maddening. I see a tempest before my eyes. A whirlwind of razor sharp objects amidst a haze of red and tiny body parts eminating from the tops of my feet, spiraling around my body up, up to the sky spewing, gushing, spraying my surroundings with dead and sick.
I've been turned loose. Unleashed is the beast that eats babies marinaded in white wine, olive oil, and soft Italian herbs. There haven't been any sightings in Jersy for many a year. For they do not know the whereabouts of Chukocabre. The possibility of its return unnerves the older residents that remember. They cannot sleep on nights of a full moon as I cannot. Weary residents, fear not, for you have a respit. Work needs to be done elsewhere before despair revisits you.