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Where were you when I wondered where you were? You were inside, inside your head, in your right mind, when you should have been outside, observing, experiencing, manipulating. And if you think that all of this is bullshit, it's because I don't exist. And why should I? If you need an answer, - - - - -- -------===========================------- -- - - - - BEEBREAD AND PEA POD BECOME FAMOUS - - - - -- -------===={by BMC and Heckat}====------- -- - - - - {for Bu Joe} Beebread had locks of hair - just like anyone else I guess - and they were long and brown and beautiful. Sometimes she would braid her locks to look like the beaded curtains that hang in some doorways. This happened to be a problem because people would try to wade through the braids in Beebread's hair, thinking there was a room on the other side, and they'd end up getting really tangled and lost and afraid. Pea Pod was Beebread's best friend and he had hair too, but it sucked. Both of them had lots of things in common and having hair was just one of many. But this story isn't about hair, it's just about Beebread and Pea Pod. Surely you have heard much about Beebread in the past, but since Pea Pod is new to the world of fine literature it is only fair to say a few words about him. His middle initial was P, so his full name was Pea P. Pod, but he never used his middle initial because he thought it made him sound silly. That brings us up to date with the story of Pea Pod's life thus far, so let us continue with the narrative. Beebread and Pea Pod met at the circus when their mothers bumped into each other. They were watching camels and llamas walk ashamedly around the big top ring while the ringmaster, Mr. W, yelled and shouted at them. Beebread and Pea Pod were only 7 years old (that is, when you added their ages together... to be precise, each was three and a half) but they had a very strong sense of justice. Because they were very small and telepathic, they had no trouble arranging a plan to get away from their mothers, free the camels and llamas into the wild, and make a fool out of Mr. W. in the process. The failure of this exploit sealed their friendship, and from then on their plans became more and more outrageous and hilarity often ensued. For example, one time they were playing in Beebread's mother's parlour, trying on different hats, and... oh, forgive me... the incident is far too zany and incredible for any narrative to do justice to it. But there was another time when... oh, but that story is too elaborate to recreate. In fact, almost all of Beebread and Pea Pod's stories are too magnificent to mention, but there is one story that is so mundane that it does not escape the realm of possibility for a writer. It happened one day when Beebread and Pea Pod were daydreaming and trying on different hats (a favourite pastime of theirs)... Pea Pod placed a pirate's hat on his head and began to walk with a limp and talk with a harr harr harr. Beebread clapped her hands and kissed his cheek and was suddenly struck with a brilliant idea. "Pea!" she cried, "do you think we could be famous like those famous sea captains and pirates that live out on the ocean?" "No." "But why not Pea? Whhhhyyyyy Noootttt????????" Pea Pod was completely persuaded by this appeal to reason and agreed to be come famous. Seconds later they were on top of the world, drunk with fame and power (but not alcohol, remember that it would be another six years until their ages added up so that they would be able to buy beer). Pea Pod became corrupted by the immense control that he gained over his life and began to demand that Beebread accept him as an equal, which she agreed to with some hesitation. Moments later, their fame died and the world wondered what happened to the once-famous duo. After living in obscurity for several minutes, Pea Pod proposed that they attempt to make a comeback. Within the imagination of children, the life-span of a dream is a mere moment. To Beebread and Pea Pod, a millenium had passed between their rise to fame (about 10:00am), their ability to influence the world's decisions and make all citizens bow to them (during Noodelz at lunch), and their subsequent fade from the world's intent eyes (when their mothers sent them for an afternoon nap). When they awoke at 3:00, the day was still young and there was still plenty of time to accomplish anything they decided to set their little minds on. At quarter after three, Beebread and Pea Pod got engaged, and they were married at four. This was not unusual considering that they had once again become the two most powerful people in the world; what was unusual about their wedding was that, since nobody had greater authority than they did, they had to perform the marriage ceremony themselves. Minutes later, they were separated and divorced but they decided to remain friends for the sake of public image. The people accepted this state of affairs and all scandal was avoided. Beebread and Pea Pod accomplished everything and yet nothing in a short span of time, and their legend lived eternally for the rest of the week. - - - - -- -------===========================------- -- - - - - CURFEW AT SUNSET - - - - -- -------={by Margarina Cataclysma}=------- -- - - - - Curfew at Sunset: Oak Trees With Auras Linked to Alien Abductions (Area) -- Experts have detected traces of ectophytoplasmic residue in area parks. The alarming phenomena was first observed by area teenagers last summer but only yesterday came to the attention of local authorities. One (anonymous) teenager said, "I thought it was just a funny thing that lysol did to my brain dude. That shit's fucked." In addition to the mysterious tree phantoms, there has been a rash of alien abductions reported in the city's green spaces, and in response to the many panicked calls from concerned citizens, the local authorities have declared a state of emergency. A mandatory curfew has been imposed in order to keep residents out of danger. Sherriff MacDom warns that his monkies have been ordered to shoot to kill: "If you're out there in the dark then you're an alien and you ain't got no business there so we gotta kill ya. This community don't want no aliens and I'm proud to be a part of thi...". It is recommended that, for obvious safety reasons, everybody stay indoors after sunset. But scientist Dr. B. Ginmead of NASA denies the possibility of any extra-terrestrial involvement: "Bud thas' imposshible! Therrs no sudch thigks as aliensh." 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