Arnie chopped off his left hand with a
hatchet he called 'Brittany'. The blood flowed like
ribbons across the table's surface. A roach crawled
over to a withering rose in an alley
only to be squashed by Danny's Big Wheel.
The Beam shook, and at first the sound
of "Somebody Saved My Life Tonight" could be
misinterpreted to mean something entirely inconsequential to the
story, however, having read the Dark Tower books,
John knew his scrimshaw turtle was more than
just a turtle made of whale tooth, it
was a talisman against the diabolical forces of
Randall Flagg. "Black as midnight, black as pitch,
I tell you what, that sure does itch."
John suddenly smelled strong oranges. "What the doodley
Am I gonna have one a' dem episodes
I ain't had since Hector was a pup!"
John remembered Uncle Owen's barn, and the spiders,
little crimson things that seemed to enjoy crawling
along
(the Beams)
the hay bales. Like dust
moving across a sunlit window. A bloody scrawl
flashed upon John's conciousness:
(The turtle is dead)
Hail the Crimson King!
(Shardik is EATING Maturin--!)
The buzzing of a thinny reached John's ears.
"Not now! So much to do." he thought
the blood dripping in dime-sized drops from
The gruesome axe wound. Somehow not gushing, despite
the strange red fungus which seemed to pulse
with the beat from that strange song. Barlow
offered a reasonable bid for the Marsten House,
(twenty dollars and a trick to be played
on some dumbass vampire "hunters" at a later
time) Gord looked at his lobster
dad-a-chum
dinner,
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and longed for his dead cat and daughter.
A legless one-armed doctor, high on coke, crawled
from a raw sewage pipe, holding what appeared
to be a miniature replica of the fabled
Harvak, the mighty half orc who ate the
'n' key on the Wordprocessor of the Misery Gods.
he typed in "I live aloe", the N
hand-written in a hasty scrawl. Annie was coming
down the hall with an axe in one
meaty fist. "Cockadoodie, but you're a dirty bird!"
Annie tripped over an invisible St. Bernard named
Spot, waking the dog and causing a calamitous
crashing of the bookshelf containing De Vermis Mysteriis
and the heart of a young boy. The
man in black fled across the front yard,
and the Gunslinger followed, yelling "Get offa my
back!" The cymbal crashing monkey stiffened and Count
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