08-09-2008, 07:33 PM
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99% of the time my threads will be AW. This is one of those times.
[/html]in coyote form: Lorri jumped from rock to rock and sang about grits for breakfast as wrathful waves pounded at the structures beneath her feet. She was in a mood of defiance of reason, and god damn did she have a craving for grits. Maybe it was the sand in her teeth, in her eyeballs, in her butt crack, fucking everywhere! However, sand lacked tolerability of taste and trust me, Lorri had dined on (and enjoyed) some pretty wacked up banquets in her lifetime. Including but not limited to a leather shoe lightly seasoned with gasoline.
Lorri missed her next jump as she reached an opera-style crescendo. It went something like this: "III LOOOOVEEE GRIIII-" ... DUNK SPLASH. She was helpless to the direction the waves were taking her but as luck would have it she was shore-bound. Lorri didn't like this string of luck one bit because it always found a way of twisting around edges when it mingled with her very jagged lifestyle.
Then, as expected, the coyote's string of luck got tangled and she became a living, breathing ball for the rocks to throw for one another as she unavoidably entered an area full of them. She let out a bizarre cacophony of high-pitched screaming, hideous gurgling, and mad laughter almost all at once as she reveled in becoming a bloodied bruised plaything for the ocean. What a strange new feeling! she thought ecstatically. She also wondered if this afternoon would be the particular one in which she would die.