questions from the bench concerning the previous post

is this supposed to make sense? well...let's see. it's on grace's blog so the answer is and infinate:

NO

what is it about? that's for you to decide. dreams don't make sense and really aren't about anything. even if this isn't a dream it is someone else's reality so what does it truly matter if it's about anything?

do you do this often? oh yeah, you can bet on that. i will never stop not making sense so don't think that i will....cause i won't...


umm...did you just make this post up so that you could pretend you were answering questions when, in reality, you just wanted to make that cool sound that keyboards make?

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uh...yeah, i did...sort of....

.....*....."dreams of untold strangeness".....*.....

he looked her in the eye

"are you serious about this?" he asked.

"would i lie to you?" she retorted.

of course she wouldn't. she was his....and she didn't lie to him.

"then we've got to do something about this." he said.

"yes, master" she replied.

"don't give me sass" he said, eyeing her.

"sorry, your lordship" she said, smiling.

this beautiful smile broke the tension. he smiled as well.

"was i a little bossy? i'm sorry" he said, becoming serious again.

"a little. but i kind of like that side of you..." she said.

"hmm...didn't know that...learn something new every day, eh?" he said, staring into her deep eyes.

"if you're paying attention..." she said, smiling again.

"huh...." he said, obviously lost.

"umm...the situation?" she asked.

"oh! right....of course..." he said.

"what do you want me to do" she questioned.

"umm...could you run over there and tell them to please stop while i deal with this?" he replied.

"oh, okay. i didn't see them" she replied as she began running.

she was soon out of hearing range.

"and i love you..." he said, mornfully.

for you, my one...

quietly

softly

seemingly

endless

you

are

my

one

my

one

true

one

but

where?

shall

i

ever

find

you

in

this

mess

of

confined

feelings

shut

up

to

stay

in

small

boxes

of

forgotten

love

and

meaningless

hopes?

will

we

ever

walk

in

silent

streams

and

hear

the

calls

of

life?

would

you

follow

me

into

dark

forests

of

hidden

and

forbiden

love

that

we

could

share

if

life

was

made

of

true

feelings?

i

would

you.

what

do

you

say

to

me

and

what

does

it

mean?

do

you

hide

your

love

in

short

protected

conversations,

as

i

do?

will

we

ever

meet

in

the

secret

and

silent

glade

of

our

searching?

my

love,

you

are

my

one

my

one

true

one.

find

me

soon

or

this

shall

fall

like

the

tears

from

my

eyes.

should

i

persue

and

seek

out

your

arms

or

will

you

come

to

me

and

whisper

soft

of

nothing

that

never

came

true

as

we

once

were?

if

you

need

me,

i

am

always

near

your

name,

dropped

into

shadow

by

shameful

disguises

that

keep

me

from

my

one.

you

make

me

who

i

once

dreamt

i

could

be.

your

eyes

shine

into

the

night

and

i

see

through

them,

see

with

them,

see

from

them.

you

and

me...

we

should

never

ever

stay

apart

for

we

were

meant

to

share

our

souls.

you

are

my

one

my

one

true

one...

Historian's Introduction To Act One-"spamalot"

HISTORIAN
England 932 A.D. A kingdom divided. To the West the Anglo-Saxons. to the East the French. Above nothing but Celts and some people from Scotland. In Gwynned, Powys, and Dyfed-Plague. In the kingdomes of Wessex, Sussex, Essex and Kent-Plague. In Mercia and the two Anglias-Plague. With a 50% chance of pestilence and famine coming out of the Northeast at twelve miles per hour. Legend tells us of an extraordinary leader, who arose from the chaos, to unite a troubled kingdom. A man with a vision who gathered Knights together in a Holy Quest. This man was Arthur, King of the Britons. For this was England!