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- Zeitgeist - 05-14-2012 [html] Leave me bleeding on the bed, see you right back here tomorrow, for the next round.Keep this scene inside your head, as the bruises turn to yellow, and the swelling goes down..
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"What do you think Ptolemy?" The male asked of the African Grey that was perched on his shoulder as he walked among the large flowers. As he had spoken Z had reached a hand up in order to scratch lightly at his avian companion's chest. Zeitgeist allowed for the bird to lift off from his shoulder in order to flap the short distance over to a large leaf of the sunflower. He laughed as Ptolemy plucked at the petals of the flower his beak but Z's attention because distracted.
Z looked down to the boy standing as his side as the young Guillotine fussed about being tired and being unable to see anything. Zeitgeist reached down and quickly scooped up the boy to place him up on his shoulders. "There you go, take this in. It is a rare occasion to find a flower that can stand taller than you." Z reached up to gently pat the boy's leg as he spoke. "Just imagine the sort of tale this will make." And if you're ever around, in the city or the suburbs, of this town,
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The sound of an unfamiliar voice had him turning his head into the direction from whence it had come. "Ciao." And after a moment's pause to access the garnered scent he added to the greeting. "Signora." Zeitgeist quickly glanced to Guillotine and patted the boy's shoulder before he moved closer to the stalks of the flowers that grew in the direction that the voice had burst forth from. Zeitgeist eased apart the stalks and peered through the opening that he had created. Row after row of more stalks were what greeted him. "Don't move." The words were cast over his shoulder and back at Guillotine before the older male disappeared between the stalks.
Zeitgeist weaved his way through the flowers until he finally found the female. The male had already been in the process of bowing and reaching for her hand when he noticed the woman's swollen belly. "Oh..." He hesitated briefly before a grin spread across his maw. Z drew his gaze up from the female's belly and back to her face. "How fortunate you are." And he sincerely meant that. He had a fondness for the young, any young, that had them worming their way into his heart. "I've got a boy. Not like yours since I purchased him but it's the closest I've got." Or at least what he knew about. After all he had spread his seed throughout countries in Europe and it hadn't plagued him to think about whether or not any had come to fruitation. At least not until the current moment when he was face to face with what happened to wildly sown oats from time to time. "May I inquire as to if you know whom they belong to?" And if you're ever around, in the city or the suburbs, of this town,
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