Seven Words or Less, the Continuing Saga

[eric shawn listo]

crimson sari by the

 

[yui]

crimson sari by the

hem. She is compelled by the night

 

[Guest]

hem. She is compelled by the night

and her exotic surroundings which invoke

 

[Remec]

and her exotic surroundings which invoke

passion overwhelming what grief remains in her

 

[shereads]

passion overwhelming what grief remains in her

private garden. The wind takes the sari.

 

[Remec]

private garden. The wind takes the sari.

It drifts away. A small crimson cloud

 

[shereads]

It drifts away. A small crimson cloud

of bitter memory.

 

[cantdog]

Before her is the gnome no longer,

 

[matriarch]

Before her is the gnome no longer,

nor her bitter memories.

The end

 

[Guest]

the end???
THE END??!!!

 

[matriarch]

the end???
THE END??!!!

....or possibly a new beginning??

 

[shereads]

The end

'The end,' your posterior! It ain't over until it's over. Now, cooperate and post something moody and quasi-thoughtful or I'll release the dogs.

Where were we?

 

[shereads]

Before her is the gnome no longer,

but a prince! With a woody like

 

[nikkijames]

but a prince! With a woody like

no other. I couldn't believe what I

 

[SensualCealy]

saw before me. Tall, dark, handsome and

 

[Guest]

severely lacking in intelliegence. It should bother

 

[shereads]

everyone that they'd ignored "present tense," but

 

[nikkijames]

the story must go on from here.

 

[shereads]

the story must go on from here.

Or must it? Ask anyone whose shoes

 

[eric shawn listo]

are filled with snow. They'll tell you

 

[Remec]

are filled with snow. They'll tell you

, sometimes you can't wait for a thaw.

 

[nikkijames]

Then when it does thaw, you get

 

[yui]

Then when it does thaw, you get

wet, wet things that cry out for

 

[shereads]

wet, wet things that cry out for

towels. Egyptian cotton towels, not those cheap

 

[yui]

towels. Egyptian cotton towels, not those cheap

threadbare Kmart knockoffs that rub