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In a flash his lungs drew breath, his eyes saw the sky, his skin felt the hands of his people and Potu was born into Amazon heat, sticky and new. He undulated with the frenzied tribe, bones grinding and snapping as he was digested. Even inside the snake he danced with them, shared their joy in his sacrifice. Aa'aguk knew the spirits in the jungle would provide for his children as he was brought quietly from the cooling body of his still mother into the endless winter night at the northern edge of the frozen Manitoba tundra, the tears of his father on his lips. He dragged himself back towards the shore as the groans of the ice sang louder and louder in the spring sun, safety line well out of reach. Three of his brother's children stood with their father, soaked through and shivering safely on solid ground as he crashed through and under the slick, shifting pans of the swirling Hudson's Bay riptide while Ajit thought of the anaconda as he was popped into the world and spanked; the taste of the salty arctic cold lingered on his tongue. Gifts and flowers spilled into the hallway, out the front gate of the palace, and well into the streets. Guardsmen dropped their rifles and openly, silently wept in the hall. Throngs of wellwishers surging for miles around the great temple grew still as they waited for the official word. He had refused the blissful morphine, his mind, his eyes would be clear. He felt the heavy, unabashed love of his people as he passed, the pounding of the jungle drums and the howling warmth of the arctic chinook pulsed and grew between his temples as the light intensified, drawing him forward and at last he soared into the searing blue glare. BZ*ZApT!

Lot 14, Pad 7, Dean saw his destiny suddenly and clearly in the flash of the bugzapper and dropped his tall-boy. Tonight, for the first time, his future was certain; he would definately make it a cheeseburger.

Date Written: June 19, 2004
Author: TheBuyer
Average Vote: 3.25

06/23/2004 Benny Maniacs (3): Definitely LSD induced, but to my reading-ass eyes, not particularly rivetting. I think it has good imagery, and could have been made into something fantastic; I'm not so sure the self-conscious cheeseburger line was the answer.
06/23/2004 Will Disney: so the first guy was a bug, right?
06/23/2004 anonymous: no, he was a real boy.
06/23/2004 TheBuyer (3): a real boy named Potu.
06/23/2004 anonymous: Maniacs: I started with that drab little line and worked backwards. My intent was to force as much heroism, self sacrifice and good karma into the setup as possible to achieve maximum contrast; and I did it. Yay me! Despite my effort, it does not seem to have worked very well.
Disney: Not a bug, just a new soul.
Buyer: You're me, learn to use the 'From Author' box, idiot.
06/24/2004 Pix: I would give this a five, but I'm biased. Someone give this a five.
06/24/2004 TheBuyer: go to bed, i said.
06/24/2004 Great Satan: I wanted the first half to be about an insect. 666
06/24/2004 TheBuyer: The insectoid hugh-mans have been eliminated, sorry P.O.Darkness, maybe next reincarnation short. Also, great job with major league baseball, the Yankees will never lose another pennant again ever.
05/24/2005 Mr. Pony (3.5): you retard