Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Thursday, October 05, 2006
"Blood-curdling..." -- Part 7
Haggis began to grow scales on her skin and her head began to take on the shape of a deadly pit viper. Dedman became frightened of her newly forked tongue, sharp as a barb, continually sliding in and out of her mouth as though searching the foul air of the castle for prey. Alas, there was no place for him to hide. And no sympathy in any quarter for the fading warlock.
Haggis's appendages began to retract into her body until she became in truth the snake all who had resisted her had known her to be. From her head sprouted additional snakes, one for every lie she had ever told and every bad deed in her history. And they were legion.
Haggis was now the stuff of Everyman's nightmares, doomed to crawl the earth with her unholy disciples, feared and shunned in all the corners of the Earth.
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I think I used to date Haggis in college. That would make me Dedman. That would kind of suck.
So, let's keep the score straight -- Steve's rooting for Haggis and Kan thinks he used to date her. Believe me, Kan, if you'd dated this chick, you'd remember. Unless you went through college stoned out of your gourd.
Lord help us.:)
Dedman done been bit, he already dead. And moldy.
Heh-heh-heh. Not yet. He's got a few more days to either escape or ... not. You'll just have to stay tuned.
Ok, wait I shall. But in the meantime, the moon is approaching fullness.
It makes me crazy. I hum strange lyrics.
Here come old flatfoot, he come belching up slowly, he got joo joo eye ball, he one holy roller.
He bald down to his knee, got to be a joker, he just do what he please.
He wear no shoeshine, he got Haggis football, he got monkey finger, he shoot ICEE cola.
See what I mean about the strange lyrics?
Um, Anon, you're not Kan's Anon, are you? LOL. Mondo strange lyrics, for sure. I think the Voodoo Doom Moon has gotten to you, too. Try humming some Carpenters tunes. That'll calm you down.:)
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