Vermont. New Year's. It had been a wild
rumpus indeed and drunken revelers lay
strewn about like so many crumpled panties
at a Wayne Newton show. Head down,
wincing at the blinding light, I passed
Longbow, standing, staring bleary-eyed at
the wreckage around him. "Is there...?
Should I...?" I asked helplessly. "Just go,"
Longbow said with a mournful nod. "Go
while you can."
i'm tired of trying to describe
Longbow. who's up to such a grand task?
not i. this guy is beyond description.
handsome? sure. sturdy? well, i suppose
you can say that. but there are other
things you could say as well. but i
won't, out of respect.
rumpus indeed and drunken revelers lay
strewn about like so many crumpled panties
at a Wayne Newton show. Head down,
wincing at the blinding light, I passed
Longbow, standing, staring bleary-eyed at
the wreckage around him. "Is there...?
Should I...?" I asked helplessly. "Just go,"
Longbow said with a mournful nod. "Go
while you can."
Potential energy. A straight shot.
Quiver, indeed.
Longbow. who's up to such a grand task?
not i. this guy is beyond description.
handsome? sure. sturdy? well, i suppose
you can say that. but there are other
things you could say as well. but i
won't, out of respect.