ScionShade wrote:
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. . . . . . . . . . . The Dawn of Twilight. . . . . . .
"Honey, When ya coming to bed?"
"Soon as I'm done this chop...gimme ten minutes."
"Heh..yeah right...see you tomorrow then."
"Honest...just a few minutes."
Ten minutes turned into three hours. While she lay dreaming I was
chopping the greatest chop that was ever chopped...HA! Well, I could
keep trying anyway.
By time I passed out and woke up again...she'd gotten up and gone off for the day..
to do whatever it is she does. I wouldn't know,this was a rare day off for me.
So,wake the 'puter out of it's sleep and while that's waking up, get me a coffee.
The coffee slipped from his fingers unnoticed when he walked back into the room,
and saw the chop on his screen.
This wasn't right....this wasn't something he'd ever chop..
his style was there, but the sentiment? Oh man, that wasn't right at all......
There, floating in the pearly glow of his 21" flatscreen monitor was an image of such POWER, such BEAUTY, that ScionShide just KNEW could not have been created by his faulty imagination.
It was not a "reality" image, and yet it was so REAL. Subtley colored with vibrant energy pulsing forth from its phosphorous radiance - and yet with the sharpness and contrast of an Ansel Adams black & white print.
Scion shook his head. Hard. Then he looked back at his computer screen again.
Ah...
There sat his image of a rubber duck on the head of the Queen of England.
So, it WAS just a powerful delusion brought on by the previous night's heavy drinking of Texas corn mash and cheap Canadian maple syrup.
He sat on the edge of his bed, and started a deep soulful weeping - doing his manly best to not shake the bed too much in case he woke his wife (who would surely mess up this fine emotional moment by asking "what's wrong honey?")
Snot running down his nose (AQUALUNG REFERENCE
), he rose and went back to his desk...
