so ... what happened?   | during the dust storm, i wanted to show you the dustman i'd made but you went inside. i tried to keep dusty together but the wind was just so strong and... | i don't think there is any such thing as a "sleepy-yellow illness." | praise be to the pretend, magical sky-being of your choice! | bob, look, i'm sorry - sort of. i understand you were alone for a long time and you had to do something to help your little mind cope with the enormity of the situation. | just as a child might explain away a bump in the night, you named the unnameable. however, you have now reasoned out our circumstances as an adult. | i'll be the first to admit that it's a totally fucked up and completely warped concept to wrap your head around but i'm glad you finally did. | huh? | you know what i'm talking about, the final stage of your "sleepy-yellow illness." | i said i don't think that there even is a "sleepy-yellow illness." most of them turned yellow, sure but i really don't think any of them are sleeping. | no, not all of them. i'm quite certain they take it in shifts. we are on the same page, yes? i'm not sure. what page are you on? | why, the page of discovery of course. |
by Lliam Amor, Dan Beeston and the Goatlord.
©2009 Dan Beeston
Not dead (this is what he would have typed, right?).
Dan has indeed created a new background for me to use which you will all get to see presently. I must admit, I am quite partial to public toilets the one-eyed-giant-hiding-behind-the-city background. We've been together so long now.
