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sad times hardshipments have befallen us once again:
after a double outbreak of lungyeast and braincholera did much decimation to the cast of the maryland renaissance festival, the troupe disbanded. sean and our dead baby girl and i relocated to a homelesse shelter in washingtons, dc. (_ruprecht_ had invited us to stay with him and claude at his horse farm in northern virginia, but sean's forged steel dilation experiences in the renaissance festival blacksmythe shoppe caused him much fear in the presence of horses, so we were forced to decline sweet _ruprecht_'s invitation.)
it was at the homelesse shelter where i first experienced thk, who was visiting the shelter for the purposes of charitable photo-opportunities before the great election times. thk was an angel, secretly ladeling fun-times ghb into my mulligan stew in the soup line. i awoke in her arms to the sound of belgian harthaus techno and a ringtailed lemur named suzette experiencing fun-times anal xxx-plosions of guava seeds onto my legs. this was at thk's plantation on madagascar, where i spent much time and pills helping poor thk recover from the great election times disgracements.
meanwhile, dispatches originating in washingtons, dc from sweet mikeymoz and _ruprecht_ reached me, with indications that sean was in trouble. thk begged me not to go back, even hot-gluing wads of suzette's fur onto the tops of her feet and declaring, "don't leave me, beautiful _faustine_! look at me and my hobbit feet!" but i told her that her heinz ketchup, though sweet and sensual, could not compare to sean's shire sauce...
with great haste, i returned to washingtons, dc where i discovered sean, unclothed and hemorrhaging, on the bathroom floor of babylon-queer-as-folk-styles homosexual nightspot cobalt. from the many benson & hedges cigarette butts that littered the floor and were stuck to sean's buttocks, i knew that der_erlkoenig and mikeymoz had been there. a shattered bottle of glow by j. lo gave such indications to nayrb7's involvments as well. sean had been reduced to a sobbing, convulsing heap of sexy lard-times. he looked up at me and noticed a dab of thk's heinz ketchup drying in the corner of my mouth and cried even harder. after i dislodged the shattered bottle of glow, i helped sean back to the shelter, where our dead baby girl chris howe was waiting for us, face down in a bowl of mulligan stew.
after a double outbreak of lungyeast and braincholera did much decimation to the cast of the maryland renaissance festival, the troupe disbanded. sean and our dead baby girl and i relocated to a homelesse shelter in washingtons, dc. (_ruprecht_ had invited us to stay with him and claude at his horse farm in northern virginia, but sean's forged steel dilation experiences in the renaissance festival blacksmythe shoppe caused him much fear in the presence of horses, so we were forced to decline sweet _ruprecht_'s invitation.)
it was at the homelesse shelter where i first experienced thk, who was visiting the shelter for the purposes of charitable photo-opportunities before the great election times. thk was an angel, secretly ladeling fun-times ghb into my mulligan stew in the soup line. i awoke in her arms to the sound of belgian harthaus techno and a ringtailed lemur named suzette experiencing fun-times anal xxx-plosions of guava seeds onto my legs. this was at thk's plantation on madagascar, where i spent much time and pills helping poor thk recover from the great election times disgracements.
meanwhile, dispatches originating in washingtons, dc from sweet mikeymoz and _ruprecht_ reached me, with indications that sean was in trouble. thk begged me not to go back, even hot-gluing wads of suzette's fur onto the tops of her feet and declaring, "don't leave me, beautiful _faustine_! look at me and my hobbit feet!" but i told her that her heinz ketchup, though sweet and sensual, could not compare to sean's shire sauce...
with great haste, i returned to washingtons, dc where i discovered sean, unclothed and hemorrhaging, on the bathroom floor of babylon-queer-as-folk-styles homosexual nightspot cobalt. from the many benson & hedges cigarette butts that littered the floor and were stuck to sean's buttocks, i knew that der_erlkoenig and mikeymoz had been there. a shattered bottle of glow by j. lo gave such indications to nayrb7's involvments as well. sean had been reduced to a sobbing, convulsing heap of sexy lard-times. he looked up at me and noticed a dab of thk's heinz ketchup drying in the corner of my mouth and cried even harder. after i dislodged the shattered bottle of glow, i helped sean back to the shelter, where our dead baby girl chris howe was waiting for us, face down in a bowl of mulligan stew.