Comments on: Choose your own Adventure, ADD edition http://aaronbell.org/journal/2008/07/choose-your-own-adventure-add-edition/ a song for prometheus Tue, 25 Jan 2011 17:08:24 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3 By: Matt http://aaronbell.org/journal/2008/07/choose-your-own-adventure-add-edition/comment-page-1/#comment-83658 Matt Wed, 23 Jul 2008 03:53:40 +0000 http://aaronbell.org/journal/?p=1392#comment-83658 >break sauces Something inside you stirs. You walk over to the sauces, next to the brunette. As you stare at the myriad of jars before you, your eyes slowly unfocus and you lash out. Some of the jars smash as they hit the floor, glassy red wounds, others roll off down the aisle. The woman is standing, shocked, red sauce slowly dripping down her legs. She turns to look at you, her eyes glassy and white with disbelief. As you slowly back away, you feel hands grab you--"What the fuck's your game, mate?" You are taken by two burly store security guards to a little office round the back of the store. A policeman arrives. He calls you by your first name. Then another man arrives, not a policeman but he is official, and he talks with you. He is sorry--they thought that you were cured. But apparently all they did was push everything below the surface. So deep they didn't notice--and they are the experts. They take you home with them. >break sauces
Something inside you stirs. You walk over to the sauces, next to the brunette. As you stare at the myriad of jars before you, your eyes slowly unfocus and you lash out. Some of the jars smash as they hit the floor, glassy red wounds, others roll off down the aisle.

The woman is standing, shocked, red sauce slowly dripping down her legs. She turns to look at you, her eyes glassy and white with disbelief. As you slowly back away, you feel hands grab you–”What the fuck’s your game, mate?” You are taken by two burly store security guards to a little office round the back of the store.

A policeman arrives. He calls you by your first name. Then another man arrives, not a policeman but he is official, and he talks with you. He is sorry–they thought that you were cured. But apparently all they did was push everything below the surface. So deep they didn’t notice–and they are the experts.

They take you home with them.

]]> By: air http://aaronbell.org/journal/2008/07/choose-your-own-adventure-add-edition/comment-page-1/#comment-82465 air Fri, 11 Jul 2008 16:43:04 +0000 http://aaronbell.org/journal/?p=1392#comment-82465 My first three goes: 1. remember rome 2. eat some pasta 3. masturbate furiously Which pretty much sums up my Friday mornings <a href="http://www.instantrimshot.com/" rel="nofollow">*cymbal crash*</a> My first three goes:

1. remember rome
2. eat some pasta
3. masturbate furiously

Which pretty much sums up my Friday mornings *cymbal crash*

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