From: Queen Bess-0-Rama <aznpikapi@aol.comformnow> Subject: [PW!] Not just on vacation anymore... Date: Monday, July 19, 1999 9:24 PM .... that is one of the great secrets of life-- to cure the soul by means of the senses, and the senses by means of the soul. You are a wonderful creation. You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know ~~~ Oscar Wilde Something takes a part of me Every time I start to believe Something’s raped and taken from me Something takes a part of me~~~ Korn =_+_+_+_+_+_= I suppose you want me to start from the beginning, about how messed up my childhood was and all that Barbara Walters bull. So what if I’m a little screwed, you say that repaired the “damage” in my head, the reason why so many psychics have been slipping into comas or acts of fury, it doesn’t mean I have to be here right? I mean if anyone you should be the one thinking, at least you gave your daughter the opportunity to travel this summer, I don’t understand why you never let her, she’s got wanderlust you know, that’s why I now know I can’t even be some regular student just hanging around... I paid you good money Mrs. Porter, good money, I don’t see why I have to talk to you, I don’t need a shrink, the physical tumors are gone. My two best friends are at the pokestock, and I’m still stuck in some little hole under Celadon... MEANWHILE AT DA POKESTOCK, SWINGING, BREAKIN, WEED SMOKING FUN Dev and Clara sit down, after hours of excessive dancing. Somehow it all feels wrong. Dev sank into the chair with Clara beside him. Jigglypuff and Sandshrew were poking around the booths probably getting themselves in some sort of trouble. Dev stared out into the twilight to think for a few quaint, torn seconds before Clara grabbed his arm. “It’s the Living End, come on Prisoner of Society is playing!” “Wait what about Wind?” “Don’t worry Dev, the pokemon will be back there soon.” “But’s it’s eleven that isn’t late.” Clara led him out for one handbanging dance but one dance to led to two or three, from Ricky Martin to Tyrese... Back in the underground: “so what ms. shrink... sorry Mrs. Porter I’m just a little set off, and Dev and Clara aren’t back anyway. Yeah I know they’d probably just plop to sleep without saying hi but still... fine so I’m in this dream and I’m running through these halls, all the doors keep opening and closing people I know, old friends enemies, come out and betray me while my enemies pull me in there arms and say, take the longsword, you know you want to, then Dev and Clara are...” BACK AT THE POKESTOCK, HER VISIONS HAVE COME TRUE, BUT OTHER TROUBLES ARE BREWING Clara leans her head on Dev’s shoulder, a slow sappy old oldies song is playing, he starts to pull his face next her’s but he stops. It isn’t right, their mutual best friend was completely helpless at this point, and they were just stabbing her in the back. Dev stepped back from Clara, he didn’t know what he was feeling, she didn’t know what she was feeling. Sandshrew jumped on Dev and tripped him and dunked his face on the muddy ground, Dev looked at a reflection at himself and looked up at Clara and shook his head. Clara looked at her own Charmander, it seemed to not know who she was. “We’d better be getting back” Clara said, a cold wave rushing her and prickling her senses, a soft rain had started to fall. “Right” AT A DISTANCE: He watches, he calls himself the unseen rocket. It had been awhile since he’d run into this Wind Fireblade. He locks away some of the secrets of her past, but only she has the key. Taking his gun, or the gun he picked off of Wind awhile ago from the encounter at pokemon island, he looked at the side, the longsword barrel model #41685. If she thought her life was screwed up new, wait till he comes back... TBC! Hey Hey I’m back, care to comment? http://fly.to/crashedbetz ~ . . .that is one of the great secrets of life-- to cure the soul by means of the senses, and the senses by means of the soul. You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know, ~Oscar Wilde