Thursday, February 6, 2014

Palace of Light

Jose had thought ahead, however, and had donned his personally designed feedbag style vomit sleeve.  He splattered vomit neither on the video game, nor on his clothes or shoes.  Then he turned to the camera and smiled, a bright gleam flashing on glowing white teeth, and said:

"Domine Vomite, Espiritu Sparkle.
Chalmister, Palmister, Remington Farkle.", then turned again intently upon the Trans-Pac Man game.


Police dropped the HD video palm cam and morphed into Sting, looked around surprised for a moment for a bass and/or microphone stand, and finding none, huffed and collapsed on the couch next to Nemtata.

"I hate the tripstease." Sting said, "and my LP records, and they're all scratched."

Nemtata looked at Joe, who was frozen in a position of utter amazement, staring down at a speck of ash that was poised on the corner of his thumb piano.

Jose reached level 169.  He saw a Palace Of Light.
Flashing ghosts in the palace of light.  Wakawakawakawakawakawakawaka.

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