Graham Woolley
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It's not entirely clear why I injected you with truth serum.
It might be the case that all of your arms are tied behind
all of your backs. This is a reasonable assumption.
In that case many things will begin. One of these things will be
a comparison between the colors of the rainbow and violence.

Red: The blood runs out of your veins, down the back of your neck
Orange: Food poisoning takes you down
Yellow: Several venereal diseases occur simultaneously
Green: The ulna of your right arm finds a new residence in your skull
Blue: Your flesh burns and yet you do not pass out
Indigo: Poisoned by strong alkaloids
Violet: Masticated by wolves and left to die in the cold desert wind

And now an interlude written by Dingbat the Jovial Clown:

peas are nice
carrots too
i like wolves
and wolves eat you

here's a list of things i'll let you borrow if I like you:
everything

here's an excerpt from a short story I wrote:
In the 1600s, in the area that is now considered Slovenia, a small and puckish dragon coalesced from several, 
nay, tens of tiny little chaperone bees. The nature of a chaperone bee is to take care of a special royal 
person - but the clear absence of royalty in the now modern-day Slovenia manifested a clear problem - there 
were, in fact, several bees in residence, but no one to chaperone! Eventually one bee fell into the habit of 
taking care of another bee, and through dependence of this nature, 100% of bees began chaperoning 100% bees. 
As they chaperoned and manifested upon one another, they became physically closer and more reliant - and 
started to change into a separate conscious being. The nature of this being was to take care of itself 
extremely well. It could fly. A side effect of flying is the ability to breathe fire - it is a well known 
fact that all flying creatures larger than a goat can also (although not necessarily choose to) breathe 
pyrolithically. The local townspeople became aware of this quasi-bee transient, and only knowing of mythical 
past ideas and meanings, named it Dragon. It was larger the size of a small thing, but not quite the size of 
two small things. It is undetermined as to whether the size of Dragon was larger or smaller than three-halves 
of a small thing (although I could analyze the size for you, if I desired).

here's a queue of things i like: kitties, caffeine, sugar, drugs, the white album, the bolshevik revolution, 
me

[ graham30 at mit.edu ] also.

oh i'm Graham