Another stumbling effort at entertaining a tiny group of people.
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| Sleepytime Toothgrinder's Carnival of Errors Another stumbling effort at entertaining a tiny group of people. |
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29 March 2002 Dr. Toothgrinder was having a similar realization, except for the drift part. He’d been intentionally pushing the little boat of his life into strange waters for as long as he could remember, but this was the first time that he’d thought to worry about metaphorical rocks and shoals. But with the Human Error’s . . . well, whatever that was pointed at him so threateningly, the risks of his lifestyle were suddenly quite clear. posted by Bigtooth | 9:21 AM Once, years ago, Gillespie had grown his hair out. All of it, a long way out, two years of beard, moustache, and slightly curly (slightly red) locks piled steadily up on his head, gradually edging out his face to become his most recognizable feature. It was the kind of thing he knew was happening, but which still surprised him when, one day, he scared the shit out of himself as he walked into the bathroom. The realization upon him at the moment was somehow like that. His life, he knew, had been drifting in to less and less stable territory for months. Still, it wasn’t until he woke up from a drug-induced sleep in a circus trailer and was told by a carny and a police officer that the carnival’s tranquilizer-dispensing owner had been kidnapped by a human mistake that he really woke up to what had been happening to him. posted by Bigtooth | 9:21 AM |
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