rev stanley j bingman- i heard it again last night. did you hear it last night?

jc trash- yes, i heard it last night. it was loud. i felt it too. it climbed onto my bed while i slept.

m. nordile- i smelled it. it farted blood on the floor and reared up on its hind legs. it limp shuffled off into the common room and i cried for hours. i shall probably never be the same.

lloyd wabbit- i heard it too. it made a sound like arctic or antarctic, i cant remember, cliffs crumbling into the sea. its like the night terror vision of global warming.

jc trash- thats a myth, you know. part of the left wing conspiracy. its true. i read it on the internet.

chachi mcgooglestein- although we all know that mr trashington cannot read, is wholly illiterate, i fear that his hearing is correct. though he is also deaf, he must have sensed the auditory waves produced by the things cries. perhaps barks is more appropos.

rev sjb- no, it sounded more like a slurping, sludgy drawl, a wet drag across a freshly tiled floor.

msn- jesus christ. do you even hear yourself? it sounded more like a metallic squink. a radar pinging across a black and green screen in a naval bridge.

llloyd- no, it was a harbinger. can we all agree this apparition is a warning? an omen of doom?

rev sjb- god, like i need a fucking omen to tell me were all fucking doomed. and it wasnt an apparition. it was spirit made flesh. it was a confederate, horrific though that thought maybe, telling us were right on!

jc- fucking high and free, my man. yeah, thats the ticket, an otherworldly endorsement of our animist/pagan far left revolutionary nature trip. fucking hippy.

mnordile- i heard it playing your key board last night, too, jc.

jc- what the mother fuck---- that cunting shit sauce fuck bird has the nerve of a warrior if he dares tickle my ivories---

rev sjb- well, calm down, my tribe. i still sense its nearness and in the far distance i feel its aura. like a memory- a half recollection of being lost in a zoo at age 5, or being sucked in the whirl pool at the berhest of the gods, or the pit at a circle jerks shoe, or the scent of an old spunk rag you forgot about. or the changing of the seasons; yes thats it- winter to spring, fresh cut grass, new laundry on the line, the set of a commercial-- and so on

jc trash - blah fucking blah grow up

msn- great. more of this-- i dont need the negativity, bro. lets get together and feel alright

lloyd- yeah get happy! forget the night vision or sprit or whatever you you does or didnt see. we all saw the same thing weheward an explosion of awareness affecting us all on a primal level. its not the first time babies my little babies and it wont be the last

rev sjb- wait.. did llloyd just spake?

msn- lloyd? are you in there little buddy? can you hear us?

jc trash- god, grow up. how can a coconut monkey talk? hes not even real!

chachi- hes real to me, goddamnit! and he better be real to you too! each one of us! each and every one of us here in this group, on this beautiful fucking planet this third rock from the sun, man, this little spinning globe, just going faster and faster, turn turn turn. there is a season, man. yeah, a season -- for love! lloyd! prove me right bud! speak up! lloyd?

lloyd- (----)

rev sjb- lloyd?

lloyd- (...)

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