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Hello again...
May. 10th, 2007 06:30 pm
Mr. Tourist. From the bottom, sandals, white socks with a red band at the top, red-over-white plaid shorts, white tee-shirt, narrow-brimmed fabric "golf hat" in a plaid that matches the shorts.
Last time I saw him, he had opened up the side door of Hell and was standing there looking astonished, as I bolted out past him before the door could vanish like all the other doors did. This was in one of my more unpleasant dreams that I DID remember.
Which is kind of appropriate, as I'm wishing I could bolt out of hell I'm in right now. But enough on that. It's nothing serious, let me assure you. If it were, I'd handle it.
I don't know what he's a sign of. Perhaps only that the tourist season is upon us, bringing its own particular hell (a rather pleasant and highly amusing one, actually). Other than that, a sign of escape, or a sign that the weasels really are closing in this time? Dunno. Kind of nervous, though.
Last time I saw him, he had opened up the side door of Hell and was standing there looking astonished, as I bolted out past him before the door could vanish like all the other doors did. This was in one of my more unpleasant dreams that I DID remember.
Which is kind of appropriate, as I'm wishing I could bolt out of hell I'm in right now. But enough on that. It's nothing serious, let me assure you. If it were, I'd handle it.
I don't know what he's a sign of. Perhaps only that the tourist season is upon us, bringing its own particular hell (a rather pleasant and highly amusing one, actually). Other than that, a sign of escape, or a sign that the weasels really are closing in this time? Dunno. Kind of nervous, though.
