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dave
Age. 41
Gender. Male
Ethnicity. Chinese
Location Valley Village, CA
School. Cornell Univ
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the awakening
Monday. 12.15.03 6:46 pm
The purple fumes, the honk. My coma. You probably these events to be unrelated and seemingly random? Me too. And boy was I wrong!

Its been weeks since my coma. I've replayed the events in my mind innumerable times. I remember each detail. Something seemed odd about the whole ordeal. Finally this morning, while I was surrounded by a pack of albino pygmies, I figured it out.

The honk sound was created by the purple fumes as they passed through my hair, which I determined by process of elimination. This honk, of no ordinary origin, also had an considerable, extraordinary effect. The frequency of its sound was exactly four harmonics above the frequency of my brain waves during that time of day. Thus, such a disruption caused my nerves to suddenly deactivate, incapacitating my body, and forcing me into a coma.

Now, remember I had been in a coma for several days. Any fume, purple or not, cannot possibly linger for such a long duration. Unless, of course... immediately after I lasped into the coma, my body was transported into a lab of some sort, where an persistent coma-wave was applied to my body. Now, you must be thinking... Ok, that makes sense, but how can a gimp-tortoise do all this? And just because of the snapple bottle?

I wondered the same thing. It just didn't make sense. Foremost, for the tortoise to pull off such a crime, it must have been prepared. It must have practiced this many times in order to have had executed it flawlessly. Why would it prepare such an event? Finally, I came to the conclusion that it wasn't possible. The gimp didn't do it. It was a decoy.

So who was it? My doubts had already wandered to a likely target... an old, formidable nemesis. I prayed it wasn't so.

This morning, though, my doubts were confirmed. I heard a knock on my door. No one was at the door, but someone had a left a letter. Gingerly, I opened this letter. And then it happened...

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5 Comments.

no!
maybe the gimp-tortoise and your nemesis are in league?? and the pygmies! wow dave if i were you, i'd be fearing my life! insomnia comes of things like these you know.
» samuwamu on 2003-12-15 08:11:39


must be a rather small enemy...for him/her to fit inside a gimp turtle-shaped container.... well, anyways, i hope you get 'im (er, 'er. w/e) later =)
» invisible on 2003-12-15 09:27:34

lol
dave ur a crazy cool cat 8)
» teresa on 2003-12-15 10:10:20


no i dindt not draw that pics..they are lovely doe..hahhaa
» thuystarr on 2003-12-16 07:55:44

O Davey Boy
U get cooler by the minute. Nirvana fan too?..Your perfect. Will you marry me?
» xx2whiterosesxx on 2003-12-19 07:31:02

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