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I am standing in a hallway in a huge, modern complex with auditoriums, and I am Jesus. Medieval fighters are running all around me in the hurlyburly of war. One man draws his sword as he runs past, nicking the back of my leg with the tip. Blood pours freely down my leg and onto the floor. No one notices but me.
But then everyone on the man's side in the battle begins to win. Rather, everyone opposing him begins to lose. The losers continue to fight, but it is entirely fruitless.
I walk from auditorium to auditorium. Each one contains a vast countryside and battlefield. All the enemy lie slain.
It is because his sword has been anointed in the blood of Christ.
I look out the windows and see huge waves of water crashing against them. We are in the midst of a colossal flood, and must get to high land.
All of the animals are going crazy, wanting to be let outside. But the waters rage higher than the building, now. We are trapped.
Someone opens the door and lets out the cats. The water isn't there anymore. The animals scatter outside.
A few nights pass, and I know the animals should come home. I open the door and call for them. The only animals who enter are strange ones I have never seen before, including a very hoppy dog and a cat who looks like Hitler.
Then I wake up.
But then everyone on the man's side in the battle begins to win. Rather, everyone opposing him begins to lose. The losers continue to fight, but it is entirely fruitless.
I walk from auditorium to auditorium. Each one contains a vast countryside and battlefield. All the enemy lie slain.
It is because his sword has been anointed in the blood of Christ.
I look out the windows and see huge waves of water crashing against them. We are in the midst of a colossal flood, and must get to high land.
All of the animals are going crazy, wanting to be let outside. But the waters rage higher than the building, now. We are trapped.
Someone opens the door and lets out the cats. The water isn't there anymore. The animals scatter outside.
A few nights pass, and I know the animals should come home. I open the door and call for them. The only animals who enter are strange ones I have never seen before, including a very hoppy dog and a cat who looks like Hitler.
Then I wake up.
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Date: 2007-05-12 04:32 am (UTC)From: (Anonymous)We do love you.
Personally, I love women who even look like you. Yes, I'm superficial.
But, wait... with an I.Q. point, or, two. Or three or four.
Thank you for not being fat and ugly, nor stupid, darling. It's important, you understand. You and Sweet-pea, here, keep me alive, not morose, nor in the bathroom, all night, staring at my wrists. You are a hell of a big deal. If we ever met, we'd get along. Stop dreaming that and dream pretty. I think I'm older than you. I'll pull rank.
Lv,
Robin