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Pastimes : Stories, Sagas and Other Literary Inventions...;-}> -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Tomato who wrote (395)	10/22/1998 10:50:00 PM
From: Crocodile	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 408

In a matter of moments, Tiny found himself drifting around in the midst of..... well, how would you describe this place? Computer techs would tell you that behind your screen, there are just a lot electronic crapola, however, the truth of the matter is that it's a whole little world in there... a sort of "miniature cosmos". And that's where Tiny found himself... just floating around inside the miniature cosmos with little zaps of electricity and the odd .wav sound file squawking as it passed by. "Where in the world am I?!!" shrieked Tiny as he floated like some suit-clad balloon bobbing in the ether. "Tiny.... Tiny.... float over this way man..." a soft melodic voice called to him. Tiny flipped over onto his back so that he was facing up...if indeed the laws of gravity even applied in this place. Perhaps he was actually facing down now. Well, no matter. As he continued to bob and spin, Tiny realized that the voice must have come from a small purplish grey cloud that was drifting across the miniature cosmos. Gingerly, he attempted to "swim" toward the cloud, using his pudgy little hands and feet like little flippers. Surprising, this worked quite well, for indeed anything was possible in this place. As he swam toward the cloud, the melodic voice began to sing: if you take the game of life seriously, if you take your nervous system seriously, if you take your sense organs seriously, if you take the energy process seriously, you must turn on, tune in and drop out.... Tiny gasped... "No... it couldn't be...could it?" But as he paddled up over the edge of the cloud, his suspicions were confirmed.... for there in the middle of the purplish grey fog sat the one and the only Timothy Leary. And there beside him were Percy Shelley and John Keats, drinking wine and composing lines of poetry...and just having a good time in general. "So, Tiny, what brings you here? You're just in time to turn on, tune in and drop oooooouuuuuuuuutttttttt..." echoed the fading voice of Leary as he disappeared into the mist. Tiny flipped end over end in confusion, while screaming "Hey Man, What's haaaaaaaaappening!?!!!"