[NR] Dawn's Crisp Wind...

[Lord Pooky]

Even before dawn cast it's hellfire into my raw flesh I could tell by the crimson color and the crisp wind, today was going to be a different day and this confused me.
Usually the sun rises to test the very will of my life and torment me, as any languishing hankered of drying flesh would be, but beyond the stench of my own decay the air smelled clean and it came from somewhere I was not.
I new when I woke still alive, feeling the chill, seeing the color of the sky a change to my torment would I permit this day. It would be calming, it would be soothing, it would even refresh my very soul just to quietly role off of this little launch and be embraced by the enveloping comfort of my mother's womb... the sea. I have listened to her sweet rhythmic song lapping against this launch throughout my entire cast of memories. She knows me all too well. When my mind dreams of things that take my thoughts away from her my mothers voice would scold me and repeat here pounding in my ears for days upon days. When I think of only floating content upon her belly and touching the freckles of her sky, she soothes me to sleep with the song of the beating of her heart.

If the salt of her blood was sugar, God's Love would not be as sweet.

[SSsTtttRRrrRRrEeeEEeTtttCccCChHhH]

What is it about this morning; I don't remember this morning, before?
The sky is as red as the blood that would flow from me before I became this dried up breathing husk of a long-pig. That wind is nice though that's new. I remember when there was a time things would change... what were they??? what'd they become??? ahh well nothing to do but be here now {...splash splashsplash splash splash...} FEELINGS!! yes! feeling can change! hmm Maybe that was it... haha the wind has changed it's cool and crisp huh... this used to be a good wind. What would it bring, where would I go??? 'We needed the wind' ... What would it do???

"Ah lord, you promised if I didn't think I'd keep me dry" but why did you promise I'd want to be dry... if I think. Think think THINK! 'Yes, there is much to do on a boat'. Orders of the day: YES! Scratch the boat/find my tooth. where's my tooth?! Ever, busken morning it's the same thing! no... this is the only different morning. haheyha maybe this wind took my tooth and got it wet. [panic] NOooooooooo! Not my tooth in the wet! Cripspon!... I'll never here my tooth again. Hear my tooth?!? Right! <--- Left ear.

"hello me tooth, muah!" Scratch boat "What say that makes yer' days?" | | \ | | | | | | | | \ | | | | / / | | | | | | | / | | \ \ | \ | | / | / / | | | | | | | / \ \ | | | | | / / | / | | | | | | | | \ \ | | / | / | | | | | | | / | | | | | | / \ | | | / |

Count the beats drummer " What say that makes your days!?! " ... " ....Since me mother born me up from her sea.... "

"GoOod bye me toOoth see you tomorrow morn, muah. Right?" --->left ear.

"From the heavens it is. IT Rained!" Orders: Drink the boat dry. A full belly and Mothersea has no room for her sweetness in me by nightfall. Rain and my rot taste better then death this morn!

BurRrp!!!...

"I see you sky rats... My words are marked! I'll catch one of you by sun high this day."

Dead flesh is the easiest of ways to ruse. All I must do is be as I am ... and still ... and silent ...

I feel your shadows soar between heaven's fire and my rotting corps.
Oh come down timid sky rats... seek your high day feast, have at my eyes ...
Be brave birds of the damned. A corps can not blink and a living man must.
You see foul rats I am dead. There is no life in these eyes, have at my juicy orbs winged goblins... Yes! brave bird... Walk right up and see if these windows are your dinner. You approach as though the eyes of man are not an uncommon feast, winged serpent.... Bravado from a creature of the world.

God should feel shame for giving you choice or for telling us we were the only ones given to choose...

Closer my friend ... see what I have for you. Pluck out my eyes or be my meal.

Your play foul creature of the damned, is your piercing stab into my eye faster then the grab of this dead man...

We seek to consume each others soft flesh... may God have mercy on us both...
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YOURTONGUEISBLUE!!! (wompwomp) YOURTONGUEISBLUE!!! YOURTONGUEISBLUE!!! YOURMISERABLE!TONGUEISBLUE!!! (WOMP) thank GOD, your tongue is blue...
(gnashing ripping)

MmmMmmmMmMmmm, Mothersea wholly this is a new day! but nothing has changed.
If I awake this day and smell this fresh new wind... I will let you comfort me.

This is the life of the damned.
There is nothing else but your salty brine.
Your Boosoms nurished my life.
Your blood shall release it.

If this air of change be here when I wake, I shall slip this launch and kiss your lips at the bottom of the sea.

Good night mother,... sing your boy to sleep...


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