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paradisa2013-01-17 09:52 am
hard_talker) wrote in paradisa2013-01-17 09:52 am
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Time often moves strangely in dreams ...
[Wednesday morning finds Mark sitting in the middle of the Tulgey Wood, rolling over on the soft patch of moss he nodded off on while keeping his still-fairy girlfriend company. he'd gone through the mirror as soon as he'd realized that was where she'd gone off to, and, well.
things were certainly interesting.
he reaches out, trying to find where he'd put his glasses, only to see that they're ... not there]
Okay, where the fuck are my glasses...
[and then a strange-looking bird flutters down from one of the trees and perches itself on his shoulders]
Oh. -- HEY, wait a second!! Get off, you're not -- [SIGH.] Shit. I forgot to broadcast on Monday. ... Then again, that's kinda hard to do with no radio. F'I had a ham radio, I might be able t' do it tonight. Hey, castle! Can y' still hear me? I'll take a ham radio and my damn glasses back, f'you got 'em.
[pause]
Two actual glasses and a glazed ham with pineapple ring dials and bug antennae. Are. You. Fucking. Kidding me.
[he's just going to sit there and stare at the damn thing] This is not gonna fly.
[and then the ham radio sprouts swallow wings and starts fluttering away]
HEY!
... [he's laughing as he says it, but still:] Goddammit!
things were certainly interesting.
he reaches out, trying to find where he'd put his glasses, only to see that they're ... not there]
Okay, where the fuck are my glasses...
[and then a strange-looking bird flutters down from one of the trees and perches itself on his shoulders]
Oh. -- HEY, wait a second!! Get off, you're not -- [SIGH.] Shit. I forgot to broadcast on Monday. ... Then again, that's kinda hard to do with no radio. F'I had a ham radio, I might be able t' do it tonight. Hey, castle! Can y' still hear me? I'll take a ham radio and my damn glasses back, f'you got 'em.
[pause]
Two actual glasses and a glazed ham with pineapple ring dials and bug antennae. Are. You. Fucking. Kidding me.
[he's just going to sit there and stare at the damn thing] This is not gonna fly.
[and then the ham radio sprouts swallow wings and starts fluttering away]
HEY!
... [he's laughing as he says it, but still:] Goddammit!