The Peaches that Fell

The Peaches that Fell

Chapter 1

     The Story The Authors
Later that day, Russell realized that Heidi was actually a hermaphrodite. Christopher Scoville
The great illusion under which he had harboured, these twenty-or-so some odd years of his life, was in one frightenly sudden series of revelations exploded. He had read James Redfield's new age pulp semi-thriller, *The Celestine Prophecy, some time back, and found it laughably quaint and poorly written; although he had read it on the strength of both Heidi's and Cathy's recommendations (they had both sworn by it, and done so separately, not knowing each that the other had also so highly lauded it), but now he began to wonder. It was only after he had decided to make a major trans- formation in his lifestyle, and therefore, himself, that this sequence of stunningly unusual high shock-value pieces of information had shattered his pretofore epitome-of-normalcy, nothing-ever-strange, life. Phil Whirlington
"I TO HAD A RUN IN WITH THE GRAET CELESTINE PROPHECY. MY MOTHER AND HER POSSY OF SPRITUALY INLIGHTEND HAVENITES(HAVEN IS A NEW AGE RESORT) SOLOMLY SWORE BY IT. ALLTHE WHILE COMPLEATLY OBLIVEOUS TO THE FACT THAT THEY WHERE BEHAVING LIKE A BUNCH OF RELIGOUS FINATICS. NOW BEFOR I GO ANY FERTHER I MUST IDMIT MY SHAME AND CONFESS THAT TO WAS ONCE A DEVOT FOLLOWER OF THE CELCESTEIN CRUTCH BUT I UNLIKE THE MASSES OF FEBBLE MINDS OUT THERE. REALIZED IN THE NICK OF TIME THAT SPRITUAL INLGHTENMENT IS NOT SOME THING THAT CAN BE BOUGHT OR SOLD OR EVEN BORROWED SO I JUMPED OFF THE SPRITUALY BAND WAGON. AS FOR ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF LIFE I DESIDED 42 WOULD HAVE TO SERFICE PLEASE ICSCUES MY SPELLING I LEARNT BY PHONICS." Adora
MY BUT WHAT CAN I ADD TO SUCH ART? BUT SOMETHING THAT IS NOT MINE I CAN ADD. I DIDN'T WRITE IT BUT I DON'T THINK IT'S COPYRIGHTED SO READ AWAY AND CONTINUE YOUR OWN STORY TO WHATEVER LENGTH YOU SHOULD CHOOSE. THE O.J. SIMPSON TRIAL BY DR. SEUS: I did not kill my lovely wife....I did not do it with a knife....I did not bonk her on the head... I did not know that she was dead...I stayed at home that fateful night... I took a cab then took a flight...The bag I had was not for me...My bag! My bag! You leave it be!!! When I came home I had a gash..I cut my hand on broken glass...Broken glass did cause that gash...I have nothing, nothing to hide...My friend he took me for a ride..DID YOU TAKE THIS PERSON'S LIFE??? DID YOU DO IT WITH A KNIFE??? I did not do it with a knife....I did not, could not kill my wife...DID YOU HIT HER FROM ABOVE??? DID YOU DROP THIS BLOODY GLOVE??? I did not hit her from above.. I cannot even where that glove.. I did not do it with a knife... I did not, could not kill my wife...I did not do this awful crime... I could not, would not anytime....And now I'm free, I can return..To my home for which I yearn... And to my family whom I love...Hey! Now I'm free- GIVE MR BACK MY GLOVE!!! MY NAME IS MY SECRERT BUT GUESS AWAY
Russel, having realized that Heidi's insistence that it was all a dream was in fact part of an elaborate conspiracy, created in whole by the trilateral commission, decided that perhaps another cigarette was his only recourse. Lighting the smoke and inhaling deeply he felt an almost erotic satisfaction. "To smoke is to truly be alive," he said to himself with a clarity heretofore unknown to him. The birth of a new existence had begun for Russel, one which had began with the disturbing yet existential and zen-like dream of Dr Seuss reciting a tale of O'J's trial. Bjorn Oberon
His new existence was that of one more mutagenized. The eros in his satisfaction had a masochistic origin, as he could feel the nicotine in the smoke betraying his health as he increased the intracellular concentration of the nucleotide analog with every puff of smoke. It was as if he were hammering apart his DNA with a molecular chisel, and he rejoiced in the doing. Sir John G. Eneral
"huh huh,... smoking's cool!", he mused. geocities/collegepark/6966
"yeah... heh heh" mmm...mmm...
heh heh yeah said the girl as she walked down the street. Why I guess we'll never know... dave upton


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