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Rising Star
Wow.
My cat that I don't have? His name is Captain. And he told me a story.
Capt has a very dear friend who supplied him with two bag loads of very, very fine changa. Lucky cat to have such a fine friend. But it all ran out because he likes it too much.
So capt made his own spice. But Capt is a pretty hyperactive cat, and when he was making spice, he was busy, busy, busy all the time. So what he got was his very own hyperfuckingactive spice.
Captain, my captain smoked a few bowls of caapi tonight, feeling all loverly. And tried his own spice in a nice leaf bed of yet more sacred vine; but his scales don't measure less than 0.1g so he eyeballed what could have been 50mg or 90.
He burns some Palo Santo those nivce folks at Maya sent him for free. Smells weirdly alien, yet familiar.
It all happened at least a million miles an hour. Red electric geometry, faster than bullets or cheetahs or light beams. Whizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Into the palace, at breakneck speed. Eventually. She's there. "Do try to remember... " she smiles, wryly. As if. says the cat.Impossible. I have been dissolved.
Whooooooooooosh ... out to the right into the land of vines. It's time to meet the MONKEY KING. He's the one whipping jim jam around like he owns it all, and he's just oozing king-ness, and power. Good? Bad? No matter. But the Captain of My Soul can't see the monkey king's face, because it's just moving about too much. like whzzz-jellyfuckation-stuff ....
Back in the vine hyperspace, and its all Women. They have an Armada of delicate but powerful PeaceShips (as opposed to warships) but fuck knows what they are doing or where they are going ... but they like that the Admiral's burning the Palo Santo. and they set to work cuddling into him, fix him up some with some love and healing.
Obviously, my cat that I don't have (becaue a cat isn't something you have, is it?) is bonkers. But has anyone ever met the monkey king?
My cat that I don't have? His name is Captain. And he told me a story.
Capt has a very dear friend who supplied him with two bag loads of very, very fine changa. Lucky cat to have such a fine friend. But it all ran out because he likes it too much.
So capt made his own spice. But Capt is a pretty hyperactive cat, and when he was making spice, he was busy, busy, busy all the time. So what he got was his very own hyperfuckingactive spice.
Captain, my captain smoked a few bowls of caapi tonight, feeling all loverly. And tried his own spice in a nice leaf bed of yet more sacred vine; but his scales don't measure less than 0.1g so he eyeballed what could have been 50mg or 90.
He burns some Palo Santo those nivce folks at Maya sent him for free. Smells weirdly alien, yet familiar.
It all happened at least a million miles an hour. Red electric geometry, faster than bullets or cheetahs or light beams. Whizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Into the palace, at breakneck speed. Eventually. She's there. "Do try to remember... " she smiles, wryly. As if. says the cat.Impossible. I have been dissolved.
Whooooooooooosh ... out to the right into the land of vines. It's time to meet the MONKEY KING. He's the one whipping jim jam around like he owns it all, and he's just oozing king-ness, and power. Good? Bad? No matter. But the Captain of My Soul can't see the monkey king's face, because it's just moving about too much. like whzzz-jellyfuckation-stuff ....
Back in the vine hyperspace, and its all Women. They have an Armada of delicate but powerful PeaceShips (as opposed to warships) but fuck knows what they are doing or where they are going ... but they like that the Admiral's burning the Palo Santo. and they set to work cuddling into him, fix him up some with some love and healing.
Obviously, my cat that I don't have (becaue a cat isn't something you have, is it?) is bonkers. But has anyone ever met the monkey king?
