Post by Tobin on Aug 16, 2014 22:21:49 GMT
(Note; I am typing on iPad without function to save. Will be short, lost two post already.)
Being drunk was a curious experience that by doping ones immune system with a potent central nervous system depressant, one became released from moral responsibility and was able to relax. The dwarf thought in none of these technicalities when he found he could deactivate the detox function admits a treasure hunt celebrations that lasted days on end. The first detail he became aware of was that he was wet and warm from the neck down, and that's great weight bore down on his torso. Though details of how eluded his stained subconscious.
"hmmm- what a woman, what a night"
the dwarf mused absentminded as he brought his broad arms to embrace the presence, only for it to slip from his grasp and pushed him down, against the concave base like a playful mistress. a low grumble of a chuckle rumbled as Tobin took a moment to imagine whom the (un)lucky lady and, with the thought of lavender in his mind he surged up through the water to embrace the coy air. The dwarf remained silent for the moment as his eyes stared, instead of a humble abode stood the familiar architecture of Westminster Abby, instead of a bed, the dwarf now stood in a basin of holy water, his bare chest sparkled with the lustre of 10 novels of twilight, his mejestistic modesty clad in swimming shorts. The nuns and recently fallen/visiting members would get to keep their sanity for now.
"how in christs name, did i end up here?"
yes, the ironary of that statement was not lost on the author.
Being drunk was a curious experience that by doping ones immune system with a potent central nervous system depressant, one became released from moral responsibility and was able to relax. The dwarf thought in none of these technicalities when he found he could deactivate the detox function admits a treasure hunt celebrations that lasted days on end. The first detail he became aware of was that he was wet and warm from the neck down, and that's great weight bore down on his torso. Though details of how eluded his stained subconscious.
"hmmm- what a woman, what a night"
the dwarf mused absentminded as he brought his broad arms to embrace the presence, only for it to slip from his grasp and pushed him down, against the concave base like a playful mistress. a low grumble of a chuckle rumbled as Tobin took a moment to imagine whom the (un)lucky lady and, with the thought of lavender in his mind he surged up through the water to embrace the coy air. The dwarf remained silent for the moment as his eyes stared, instead of a humble abode stood the familiar architecture of Westminster Abby, instead of a bed, the dwarf now stood in a basin of holy water, his bare chest sparkled with the lustre of 10 novels of twilight, his mejestistic modesty clad in swimming shorts. The nuns and recently fallen/visiting members would get to keep their sanity for now.
"how in christs name, did i end up here?"
yes, the ironary of that statement was not lost on the author.
