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Monday, September 12, 2005

Smileys

Pointless posts department
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Once upon a time

Once upon a time, there was a fly. It flew into a lamp one night.
It burned its wings and fell into a pond nearby. Well, not exactly into the pond.
It fell on a lotus leaf.

Burned are my wings. Motionless is my life, now. For, what? The fly shouted. Then it rolled to its right to fall into the pond.

Burned are your wings. Motionless is your life, forever. Live, for I need a friend to tell stories to. The lotus leaf lifted the fly and saved it.

From that day on, lotus leaf fed the fly with her fiber and fungus.

Every night leaf would tell the fly a story. A story of a fly who re-grew its wings. Only bigger. Phoenix. Her name is Phoenix.

During the day, the fly used to knit a house with the fiber. Within a month the house almost looked like a house.

On a full moon day, two female flies flew over the leaf and fell in love with the house.

Home, sweet home. Females shouted.
That’s my house. I built it with My sweat and lotus fiber. The fly proudly announced.

He is My man.
He is My Man man.

That night they made love the whole night.

Next day, the fly grew little wings. It buzzed them in excitement the whole day.
Next day, the wings grew bigger. Fly flew a little.
Next day, the wings grew bigger and stronger. The fly flew. Fucking flew.

When night ate the sun, the lamp on the shore got lit.

I am going for the lamp.

Friend! The lamp is going to burn you.
My man! The lamp is going to burn you.
My Man man! The lamp is going to burn you.

I am going for the lamp.

The fly flew.
The fly flew over the lamp.
The fly flew around the lamp.
The fly flew under the lamp.
The fly flew into the lamp.

It burned its wings and fell into the pond. Well, not exactly into the pond. It fell on the leaf.

Burned are my wings. Motionless is my life, now. For, what? The fly shouted. Then it rolled to its right to fall into the pond.

It fell into the pond. The leaf watched it swallowed by the abyss underneath.

The next day, female flies drifted with the wind.

5 comments:

:-) said...

LOL Deep Fly...You should also come up with a tune for that. :-)

And yeah, Earth Moneky Productions sounds promising.

Anonymous said...

LOL @ 'built it with my sweat and lotus fibre'. Such a literal fellow, this fly.

Anonymous said...

Pointless?

:-) said...

Yeah Leela, my fly walks the walk and talks the talk. When he say, I am going for the lamp, he means it. :-)

Hmm..did you see a point? Yeah, there is point.

Women need a man to make a home.

:-) said...

you mean every one else including me? Yeah, need to admit that that awesome twosome remained a fantasy.