zmishka (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} zmishka) wrote,@ 2006-08-13 12:01:00 |
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Mavrutka's Declension
“Hey, you’ve had that dream, right? You know, like, where you’re going along —- and then you wake up and realize it was only a dream… but then, a bit later, you wake up again! Because you were still dreaming! But then again, later on, you wake up!”
“Like a dream within a dream within a dream?”
“Yes!!”
“No, I’ve never dreamt like that.”
“Oh… Well… but you’ve had the one where you’re paralyzed, right?”
“Yeah, I guess…”
“And then these burglars come in…”
“Maybe…”
“But they’re only wearing stockings on their heads —- and then they do a jiggly, little dance, and… well, they might have produce or something… …no? Well, nevermind…”
“Uh!…”
“What’s wrong?”
“People are crap.”
“Yeah… of course, YOU are people…”
“Or nearly so… some of them, anyway… and, really, I’m more like the decay one might find within the putrescent muck beneath the actual crap —- though I would like to aspire to being crap some day…”
“That’s very grim.”
“Hmmm… but you I like!”
“Do you really?!”
“Oh, yes! You touch me in ways I cannot express —- or, at least, I can only express them with my penis… and I know such is not allowed…”
“Tell me, my love!”
“If you were an orchestra, I would conduct you!”
“And if I were a conductor?”
“I would orchestrate you!…”
“But what if you had no penis?”
“Ah, if I had no penis… then I would drink the heated blood from your body, feast upon your succulent flesh, and suck the very marrow from your bones!!”
“And, no doubt, use my beautiful hair to floss when you’ve finished?!”
“Uh! How gauche —- you’re disgusting! Get away from me…”
“Hey, you’ve had that dream, right? You know, like, where you’re going along —- and then you wake up and realize it was only a dream… but then, a bit later, you wake up again! Because you were still dreaming! But then again, later on, you wake up!”
“Like a dream within a dream within a dream?”
“Yes!!”
“No, I’ve never dreamt like that.”
“Oh… Well… but you’ve had the one where you’re paralyzed, right?”
“Yeah, I guess…”
“And then these burglars come in…”
“Maybe…”
“But they’re only wearing stockings on their heads —- and then they do a jiggly, little dance, and… well, they might have produce or something… …no? Well, nevermind…”
“Uh!…”
“What’s wrong?”
“People are crap.”
“Yeah… of course, YOU are people…”
“Or nearly so… some of them, anyway… and, really, I’m more like the decay one might find within the putrescent muck beneath the actual crap —- though I would like to aspire to being crap some day…”
“That’s very grim.”
“Hmmm… but you I like!”
“Do you really?!”
“Oh, yes! You touch me in ways I cannot express —- or, at least, I can only express them with my penis… and I know such is not allowed…”
“Tell me, my love!”
“If you were an orchestra, I would conduct you!”
“And if I were a conductor?”
“I would orchestrate you!…”
“But what if you had no penis?”
“Ah, if I had no penis… then I would drink the heated blood from your body, feast upon your succulent flesh, and suck the very marrow from your bones!!”
“And, no doubt, use my beautiful hair to floss when you’ve finished?!”
“Uh! How gauche —- you’re disgusting! Get away from me…”
