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myOtaku.com: Mamma Vash


Friday, September 24, 2004

   Wwwwwhat was that Sound?
(sound of 3 pairs of running feet)
Chester: "Run ,Run as fast as you can but you cant catch me.."

Vash:" You stupid computer-- you are not the gingerbread man, but prepare to get crumpled like one"

Mamma:"VAAAAAAASH you promised I could kick it first)

Flashback to last night---Mamma tapping quickly on the keyboard to her sister, who lives on an island in Tampa Bay (true! Honest to Rem!). Mamma jumps at the loud banging sounds outside. Quickly lights flicker in the canyon cottage computer room. Voice dry, Mamma looks about, sensing something is going to happen--- Chester looks up , grinning evilly. What is he planning? The hour is late--the parrots quietly sleep, Vash is out cold with thoughts a million miles away. Suddenly the Blue Screen-- a loud wail from Mamma. The parrots awake, wings aflutter, feathers flying. Ramana B. Bird lands on Mamma's shoulder. "Oh?" said the bird. Tearful and tired Mamma leaves the room for bed. In the morning, Mamma cautiously walks downstairs. The computer is working! Some banging sounds are heard. Twas nothing but the wind banging the circuit breaker cover outside (Chester is operative---th circuit breaker popped--- the last thing Mamma would have thought to check!)
Yes my friends, it is Night Patrol! Which can put ones disorganization into hyperdrive!

I've often wondered if there were things stranger than my silly thoughts--- well hurricanes that go in cycles, Santa Ana winds that blow hot, dry and can rip an iron gate off its hinges, and toss it into a tree like Lincoln logs I guess are stranger yet! Mamma continues her quest--- the quest for contentment, and a strong but quiet inner peace, like a cool deep pond--- what lies beneath its surface. We'll find out together.

Sending hugs to my friends, hoping they can sense the love, and awaken to a dawn just a little brighter than yesterday.
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