Those Poor Mice
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How did this happen? I was prepared for such an eventuality. I took steps to avoid this problem. I knew these events would come to pass. Mad they called me. Me! HHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!
Dreamcast I said to Tom last week. Bring your Dreamcast I said to him. Dreamcast I said to Tom all last week. The Dreamcast I saw none.
Dreamcast I threatened Tom last night and a Dreamcast came at last. Oh ho ho! I said to Jackson. No mice for you this day. Yet the foreshadowed event had come to pass and there were no mice at all.
The pain, how vast. Where are you mice? I must save you. I must.
I was in England in the near past. I saw Choo Choo Rocket for four pound. I had a dream, standing there, of the future, and I saw a time (gasp!) in which I would have a Dreamcast and no Choo Choo Rocket to play. I blessed the heavens for this vision, this warning and prophecy, and I passed the Merchant the last coins I hast. I had nought to eat but I was safe.
I held it fast, steadfast, knowing it would save me one day. That day did not pass and I grew blasé. I got home and I put it down. I put it down and did not pick it up. Now I am 3500 kilometres from my emergency copy of Choo Choo Rocket. I left it behind. I went to Melbourne with out it. I did not think fast. I did not say aghast and have it sent in a parcel. And now Tom brings me a Dreamcast with no Choo Choo Rocket. My nightmare dream had come to pass and as I knew it would pass and I could not stop it. I saw this disaster and could not stop it.
I am downcast. Dreamcast.
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Tom
April 15th, 2005 at 11:23 pm
I can’t even begin to describe how sorry I am. Poor Andy.
They do say though that great suffering inspires great art. That’s a beautiful post. I was moved, near to tears.