Lets all together tell a story

He/she then decided to join Sentric Music so they could make money from thier live performences and digital download sales, all topped wioth first class music inductry advice...

 

The polyphonic tone of the androgenous musicians voice was fashioned as the temper of steel on the forge of life. Memories steeped in the grief of a path had a peculiar dual effect on the gorgeous Enya melancholy tones that reverberated in the Sentric studio that day. ahhhhhhhhhhh - ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

The voice was like a house with many people in it, then the voice was like people talking through the doors and windows of the house, one at a time, one after another..............for those who delve deep intowards words, know this of the writer who listens to your thoughts as you dream.........I sing through a window of sin...

 

the ocean speaks......i still love you

I'll be waiting for you Jerry Garcia

 

so it waited and waited, but she never turned up, but a minute after the ocean stopped waiting she arrived. she wasn't bothered and she left and went back to woodstock.

the end

 

and since this is sticky....

500 years earlier, a story began, ended and continued, this is the story of that story, and how that story happened, and what came afterwards.

 

While in woodstock, she met this guy who named himself country joe

 

country joe wasnt actually from the country, but wen he was hitching through rural areas he was treated much friendlier cus of his overalls. overalls had another advantage, he never had a fear of his ass crack showing, because we all know nobody wore underwear anymore.

 

yeah , and because he wasnt from the country, she wasnt all 2 happy with him

 

but she couldnt deny wat she felt. and she knew the connection they had made was strong. there souls danced together, and they sung a beautiful song for all too hear. perhaps her mind wasnt with him but her heart didnt care.

 

and so she screamed... halleluja...

 

and then they wandered off in tottaly different directions. on the way country joe smoked a bowl with a man named ishmael, ishmael shared with jo his weed, but also helped himself to all the money in joes pocket. u see the weed was laced with some stuff that made joe pass out.

 

Hours later... he awoke in a dark room. Streaks of day glow were winding around him. Pinks, oranges, greens... weaving patterns, tracing pictures before his eyes. he tried to touch one of the streaks and became distracted by a trail that moved behind his hand.

There was music. A song seeping through the walls. he recognized it as comfortably numb by pink floyd and his body began to sway with the music. SUDDENLY....

 

he freaked out. "wat the fuck" he yelled into the darkness. faces gathered all around and fear filled his being. there words of encouragement sounded only like taunts to him. "its too much, too much" he screamed. he drifted away, back, back, he felt the pull of gravity once again. the sounds from outside subsided but he still screamed inside his head. as the music finally faded away, he cought one last lyric, "and the worms at into his brains"...

 

then he woke up again... Ahh... it was only a bad tripp...so he walked 2 her house...

 

And it was on fire. We all died.

THE END

 

good ending, good ending

 

no ending.... the house wasnt on fire....so he was by the house...then he heard a scream..

 

And he farted and died.

THE END

 

and fate vould not be denied any longer, it was, truly, his end. but not the end of the story, for the story always continues. however many fucking years later, some drunk brit wrote :

 

Ho-ho-ho! I'm sorry, but I'm quite a good writer. If you would like to read some of my work, I would be more than obliged to send you some.