March 25, 2001

  •  Here--take my sword. 

    *puts it in perfectdrug's hands*


    The last time I was in dream hell, the demons of gigantic proportions surrounded me, beaming down on me, ready to devour me.


    I looked around shuddering, thinking "This is the end." 


    But before my final torment, I had courage enough to ask "Where am I?" 


    One of the ugliest ferocities, perhaps Satan himself, boasted: "You're in Hell!"  


    "Yes," I pronounced, “Hell."  Of course.


    But what amazement in the final moment I found as the crystal shining light of realization broke through and I spun around with a tiger's countenance to declare: "But this is not my hell, it's yours!" 


    And at the very moment, a gleaming silvered saber ( Excalibur? !! ) appeared in my hands—and, with much gnashing, I slew the demons one and all.  Indeed, their hell is what I left them.


    After your done, pass the sword on.  There are lots of demons cruisin’ for that bruisin’.

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