fabulous work of fiction. love it. gotta see it. the imagery is just to die for. in honor of this piece i would like to recite a poem. ahem.
the blue bird swims. in the small bird bath. it drowns. croaks, dies.
and floats to the top. on the way to its castle. in the sky that is. it stops at the seven eleven. it buys a grape-a-luscious. slushy.that is. it slurped it up with the utmost care. then choked. croaked. drowned in its own vomit. and died. on its way to hell. oh wait back up. before he drinks his grape-a-luscious slushy. he robs the place. and see that is why he goes . um... down there. yes anyways. some how he develops a British accent. and says "'ello old chap" he says to the dark overlord. a bit hot in here.wee end.
