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:canadaflag:"Shining" of the AT Pro

Leslie(nova scotia)

Well-known member
From the land of the Bluenose.....going mad I say. Mad! Stuck in the house so much that I felt like a sofa was growing out of my buttocks. Walls.....ceiling..... closing in. I had to get out.

Made some Lebanese coffee for me, myself and I along with that voice that was coming from my head...it wouldn't stop! Be quiet.
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Limped out to Otto and fired him up. He groaned, moaned and then began to purr. The sky was black, ominous and the rain was coming down. I stopped at Tim's. I stopped at the library. The force was just too great. A feeling was pulling on me.....ripping out my innards! I stopped at a playing field.....in the rain. Out of the trunk came the Pro. I stabbed, slashed and hacked at the ground again and again. There was no stopping ME!

Had a nitro moment.....a ring of silver.....no a ring for a looking glass.
I looked through it;
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the one that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all.

Thank God I didn't see a white rabbit or the red queen let alone a door mouse!

Suddenly a scream left my lips. A loud scream that no one heard. My knee had buckled.....I was stopped. As I returned to Otto parked on the down slope a squishy doggy dew looked up at me and said "Go home old man." Who was I to argue with the "Grand Poopow."

Back home.....the walls continued to close in.....the coins. The coins must be cleaned!
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All the filth. All the grime was removed and mysteriously.....quota was there.
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Had to pull it together. But how? The answer was at the end of my tongue.....Gurmantar playing WaheGuru VaheGuru Simran.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q8rN4VYfY4g&feature=related
59 minutes later I was at piece...one with the walls. One with the ceiling.....flashback to happier times.....

Marie and I did the dew at Peggy's Cove stopping for a few photos and a scoff of gingerbread and ice cream.
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Also made a few pressed pennies which look like the lighthouse photo. Happy times.
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In Otto's boot was the evidence.....of a sinister act. At Pro wasn't "Shining" but covered in gore!
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