smelly fishes

jessy was scared of what the others might call her. She had seen so many things on her journey, her words were but qualls in her pocket. And quietly she removed her glasses, set them back on the fountain inside the water like she had done so many times before. It felt different this time as if something was coming, somebody was near her. Perhaps an animal had snuck up behind her but she had cleverly removed all aromas and the chance of an animal picking up her scent was very low. nonetheelss things didn't feel right. "ive got to get back home" so she hopped over the wall. Down in the quietness words started streaming out of the gentle well where she had places her magical glasses. "I WISH I COULD GET OUT OF HERE." Startled at such an outburst Jessy leapt gripping the clutch of her sword. "who was that?! or where was that..." She looked around hastily. suddenly in the flash of an eye a dragon appeared from the depths of the well. It carried with it a magical query. Looking somewhere between a cat and a dragon it smiled at jessy blazing with fire. "well how are you today lot?" Jessy did not reply. She was speechless. She had seen many things in her travels nothing so beautiful and yet so purely evil as this creature. "who are you?" The Dragon did not reply just glared menacingly. Jessy could not help but feel a certain calm when embracing the power of this dragon. They both stood in silence 4 a while. "well? Jessy commanded after the uneasiness has ceased. The dragon seemed to understand. "I am from another dimension." "I will destroy your soul." At this a feeling of dread came over Jessy. Nothing she had felt before. Like she was being stabbed in the heart and the back from inside her. She screamed inside her mind, but would not let out a sound. "you will not!" Jessy suggested. The dragon stared menacingly. "I am the cat of the grove." "I will destroy your soul."

"No!" Jessy yelled. The screaming got worse. She could hear herself in her mind. the trees that were once so astonishingly beautiful seem to unfold in her mind. They were bending all to this cat's will, into it's dominion. It was quiet and sad. Jessy drew her sword in an attempt to free herself of this anger. The quell lasted for a few days, but as lust would have it. the day never stopped. the pouring rain of all this pain. Then one day a man stumbled upon a sword in the fallen rain. It seemed to glisten. "I am a child?" The man was scared. A famililarly painfully staken dread came over the man.  "I am the dragon of the third reich." "I will destroy your soul." An angel appeared. It said: your fear is what commands you to this treachery." You must free yourself of your fear and face your animal. The man looked up he could not see the voice. it seemed to be emanating from within himself. although the creature that had haunted him had materialized. Sweat was puring down the man's neck. "I am not afraid." A voice as if from far away and yet infinitely close seemed to sing. "You are afraid." The man shivered. "I am not afraid." The fire played across the dragon's face. Flames were stretching out like rainbows and stars. The cat stared. Dazzled by the Dragon's madness the cat appeared to be dancing. "I am afraid of the stars." The dragon seemed to shrink in size. "I am afraid of you." "I am afraid of dance." "I am afraid of falling." "I am afraid of shrinking." The dragon arose it seemed to get heavier as if it's magic were wearing off. Some deep sigh was let out as if it had been hidden for an eternity. "a relief and yet a madness still seemed to exist in the dragon. "Where do  I go.?! the flowers returned to life. All that was good came back. The curse had been removed, but the avalanche of time created by such a demonic possession . The dragon sank back into the ground no smaller than a small weed. it was sad. but good triumphed. Over the hill the mountains soared. The journey would be continued. The man had not fallen. His journey would continue where others had failed. he was not afraid. he was god. goodbye madness. The tomb of death seemed but a shroud in his eyes. He could go on forever. Today was forever. The man knew in his heart eternity. His fear would not be rekindled for any reason. The truth had seemed to beam back, it would not be admanted  by petty thievery. The man continued such petty of fear of madness was only an echo in his mind, a forgotten dream, a silly nightmare and so his journey continued up the hill. and forever still. Into the night 

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travel 

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women's pee 

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little girl 

Dad: So, how are you feeling? Is the pain medication helping that pinched nerve?

Me: Ohhhhh yes, I feel a lot better than I did this morning.

Dad: You're stoned from the stuff they gave you at the ER, aren't you?