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Draygo's New RugDraygo knocks loudly on the door to Specs' room.
Specs walks to the door and opens it, to see Draygo standing in front of him with a big grin on his face. "Yes?" he asked.
"Hey Specs! Would you like to help me with something?" Draygo said with a smirk.
Specs suddenly remembers all the flattenings Draygo does to him. "Uh... that depends, what do you want me to do...?" he replied.
"Oh, I just wanted you to help me re-carpet the house, is all" claimed Draygo.
"Oh, that sounds innocent enough! Sure, I'll help!" Specs replied happily, always ready to help.
"D'aaaw, why thank you buddy! First, I need you to go outside and get the carpet, though." Draygo replied with a friendly smile.
Specs went outside and looked around, trying to find the carpet, but seeing that there's nothing around. "Where is it...?" he wondered to himself.
Specs' body was soon mysteriously covered in shadow, despite the fact that moments before, there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
"Uh-oh..." Specs thought to
Laundry DayIt was a lovely day. Specs was walking down the street, enjoying a nice walk. He was listening to his music, and having a good time. He walked into the street, paying more attention to his music than to the sound of the oncoming steamroller.
Suddenly, he felt a shock of pain. He was slowly being rolled over and flattened under the giant wheel of the steamroller.
After a while, the steamroller completely passed over him. Specs heard footsteps as he lay there immobile on the floor.
"Thank goodness, I-" he began.
He stopped in his tracks as he discovered who the footsteps belonged to. It was Factori, the lizard. Factori reached down and gripped the fox's feet paws tightly and slowly began to roll him up.
"You really ought to look where you're going in the road, you know," he said, while grinning.
Specs knew it meant trouble whenever Factori was grinning like that. Soon, he was covered in darkness as h
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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