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Jan. 27th, 2005
I notice the strange white patterns scattered about the bricks we're standing on. They seem to swirl, zig-zag, and swagger, almost as if they have a life of their own.
"It's those saucy snails," he tells me. "They snort the salt and sway about, leaving their slobbering trail behind them."
"But I thought snails melted in the salt," I say.
"Not these snails," he replies, smirking as his brow raises smarmily. "They're the saucy type, you know."
"Hey Daltry," I ask the mule, "why do the trails still wiggle about, as if they are alive themselves?"
Daltry smiles his toothiest smile, the golden toothpick reflecting light from the sun above our heads. "As I said, these snails are saucy. And not just your typical saucy...they're the sauciest of the saucy, so much so that even their slimy memoirs struggle with the swagger of the sauce they've ingested."
Puzzled yet fascinated, I glance down and enjoy the strange dance as it flows beneath my slippers. This is all nonsense, or rather, it makes no sense at all. Still, I am pleased to be here with this strangely civilized animal, enjoying the sunlight through the trees, especially when it reflects off his toothpick. The light hits his eyes every so often, and I am reminded of caramel and all things sweet in my life.
"It's those saucy snails," he tells me. "They snort the salt and sway about, leaving their slobbering trail behind them."
"But I thought snails melted in the salt," I say.
"Not these snails," he replies, smirking as his brow raises smarmily. "They're the saucy type, you know."
"Hey Daltry," I ask the mule, "why do the trails still wiggle about, as if they are alive themselves?"
Daltry smiles his toothiest smile, the golden toothpick reflecting light from the sun above our heads. "As I said, these snails are saucy. And not just your typical saucy...they're the sauciest of the saucy, so much so that even their slimy memoirs struggle with the swagger of the sauce they've ingested."
Puzzled yet fascinated, I glance down and enjoy the strange dance as it flows beneath my slippers. This is all nonsense, or rather, it makes no sense at all. Still, I am pleased to be here with this strangely civilized animal, enjoying the sunlight through the trees, especially when it reflects off his toothpick. The light hits his eyes every so often, and I am reminded of caramel and all things sweet in my life.
DAWN -
You love working out the details of big plans. Prepare to take over the world from your undersea lair. The robots are optional.
Daily extended
You've been thinking about how to better yourself -- thinking very seriously about it. Of course, that's not an easy thing for you to do. You're famous for taking advantage of every opportunity that comes along, and of doing a darned fine job of it, too. Still, there is one more venue that you'd like to explore, and it will definitely make you more 'marketable.' Why not get going on it now? All the cosmic lights are green.
~8)
You love working out the details of big plans. Prepare to take over the world from your undersea lair. The robots are optional.
Daily extended
You've been thinking about how to better yourself -- thinking very seriously about it. Of course, that's not an easy thing for you to do. You're famous for taking advantage of every opportunity that comes along, and of doing a darned fine job of it, too. Still, there is one more venue that you'd like to explore, and it will definitely make you more 'marketable.' Why not get going on it now? All the cosmic lights are green.
~8)