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Pastimes : Metaphysics and Spiritual Practices

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To: Crocodile who wrote (534)	2/24/1998 5:20:00 AM
From: Harmattan	Read Replies (2) of 650

Anger wells up within as he seizes the remnants of his coffee and flings it onto the smouldering flame... ...momentarily forgetting the half a cup of bourbon mixed in his coffee. Flames leap toward the ceiling. He jumps from his lazy boy chair landing on the dog (are we going to name him). Crunch. The dog's yelps blended harmoniously with Schastocovich 13 still playing fully cranked in the CD player. He bent to pick up the screaming dog and the phone began ringing. The flames lick their way across the carpet indignantly in the crackling voice of Shields. The phone is still ringing. He picked up the writhing, wailing dog. As he watched horrified, the dancing orange fish oops figures began climbing the stereo cabinet as if giving license to Shields, "You dare burn my book. You dare sully the air with sounds that drown my thoughts from your brain", she mouthed with tongues of flame. The phone is still ringing. Shields consumes the wooden shelving that houses the stereo system. Schastocovich 13 hesitates and warbles into a gurgling, bubbling asphyxiated gasp. Grasping the struggling dog, he turns toward the kitchen to locate his fire extinguisher. On the way, he stops at the phone and shifted the dog to his left arm which sent the dog into renewed howling octaves. With his right hand he yanked the insistent shrill phone from its cradle turning just in time to see Shields rising furiously to her full stature among the ceiling beams and expanding her girth from wall to wall. "Who is it?" he yelled into the mouthpiece. "C.D. Shields," came the soft reply. His blood turned blue with fear as he felt his ear begin to tingle. As he ripped the phone from his ear to look, a tongue snaked from the earpiece and he woke up slouched in his comfortable chair with his dog anxiously licking his face... mnm, please read that book from cover to cover, word for word, including the copyright page and the index if there is one. the wrath of a woman is nothing to fool with and i need you around here safe and sound. ghunk

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