bigblock wrote:
The new Year, back to the Californian Troll Hotel Entrance, a wobbly legged green horn walks purposefully.
(Green Horn = has horns but these are fairly new to him/her)
The family was tired of listening to him intermittently categorically systematizing his previous experiences that he finds interesting, while they drove all day in ever bigger circles. He had been vocalizing his private thoughts concerning his terminal stay at this very same hotel. And the only responses from his kids in the way back seat was "Are we there yet? Are we there yet, Are we there Yet???
He had driven through the night, the headlights warming the mist laden topography in yellow light. In time through the thickening fog, a looming structure appeared, foreboding yet familiar , (An impossible adhesion, built a million different although apparently perfect ways.)
The monstrous Pontiac glided to a stop in front of the hotel. The green Horn opened his heavy door and slid out, off the brown vinyl bench, as he pulled the Eagles 8 track out of its clattering receptacle . The radio faded in (Its the BBC). He left the wood paneled Pontiac Station Wagon running. The 500 ci motor wouldn't let out even a tick or a bump, barely a noise, The only way to know it was running was the familiar smell of spent fuel moist and pleasant as it wafts by. and with the quick press of a cold slick metallic switch, his window smoothly wurred up to an inch from its top seal. The Dog was excited and jumpy, The kids already had the tailgate dropped, but the dog was focused on following the green horn out of the drivers door. The hotel seemed odd but wasn't spooky in that mist. This is where they were yesterday, Had he returned on purpose? he wasn't sure, But the kids were amazed...
"Dad We DROVE ALL DAY AND CAME BACK TO WHERE WE STARTED!! !.
'I drove all day, you guys just sat there, and I'm glad we made it back boys, now hold on while I get a room, oh and take the dog for a pee, stay in front of the car where your mother can see you.'
Walking up to the hotels front door is a short trip
He opened it too abruptly as usual and ...
The rim of a heavy bucket landed on his Nose,
The sour smell of %100 all natural yogurt was overwhelming... 'Its all down my pants'... The green horn was dizzy and upset,... Red dripped from his nose into the white mass, contrasting colors vibrant and pure... A trigger switch flicked in the Green horns head...'What? I'M FINE' he bellowed at the crowd in the lobby. He jumped up quickly to slip on his ass... With Yogurt front to back.
A patron walked up to him and said...
"Plenty of room... Just leave the yogurt in the car this time"...
The Green Horn reached out for the hand up lent by the other..
'I need a shower'..javascript:emoticon(':oops:')
OMG! What a post!
I feel like I'm in the L.A.Story and Harris just said : "I like the relationships.
I mean, each character has his own story. The puppy is a bit too much, but you have to over look things like that in these kinds of paintings. The way he's *holding* her... it's almost... filthy. I mean, he's about to kiss her and she's pulling away. The way the leg's sort of smashed up against her... Phew... Look how he's painted the blouse sort of translucent. You can just make out her breasts underneath and it's sort of touching him about here. It's really... pretty torrid, don't you think? Then of course you have the onlookers peeking at them from behind the doorway like they're all shocked. They wish. Yeah, I must admit, when I see a painting like this, I get emotionally... erect.
[the painting is revealed to be of a red rectangle] "
And nobody gets it but ME!
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-Jaleb