prose - dec. 99
by: goo

     I had a few words with an owl the other day, he observed that i was not doing my humans load-share of prose, I mentioned to him that i was doing some, but he snickered at my defense and mocked me with silly disapproval. I must admit, i was shaken, I was at a loss for words, i knew he was right, but I was writing some prose, but I was writing a good deal more of poetry, and....but...but.....no excuse was to be heard, I resigned in defeat and agreed wholeheartedly with this small feathered nocturne, "I will write more prose then, friend." and He smiled. It was at this point that a revelation suddenly tweaked my cortex, this little creature had to have some intention behind his desire of me to write more prose, and I knew, he was a fiend!!!! He thrived on my prose! This sneaky little bastardly bird was using me to eleviate the pressures of his reality through my creations, he squirmed in extacy at my wordly sentence placement!!! I felt somewhat dirty and a bit uncomfortable, his appearance took on a more sinister form now, instead of the small grey horned owl I had just seen before me. What could I do though? There was admittadly nothing, though some sort of perversed symbiosis with my mind this flighty creature did exist, it was required of me to do more prose, at any cost, the threat of death may be imminent, but the chance must be made and an attempt to spew forth mountains of tales and story must be attempted, and thustly....will be done. I sat there on the spot, instantly forgetting the avian and pulled forth dull pencil and crumpled paper from my pocket...I began to write...

goo

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