| A
story about... A Storm
© 2000 Marg Frey, Bryce Graves-Hurst, Nahoya, Christine Schwab |
NAHOYA | MARG | BRYCE & CHRISTINE | |
| CHRISTINE & BRYCE | ||||
| BRYCE | MARG & CHRISTINE | |||
| CHRISTINE & MARG | ||||
| CHRISTINE | MARG & BRYCE | |||
| BRYCE & MARG |
(Was it thinking of me?)
Maybe, "Argh, I want a really good name! Like 'Elektra' or Zombique' or 'Wisteria,' not some paamby-ass goody two-shoe name like 'Maria' or 'Eunice.'" A storm that kills people should sound like it. This storm would have a tatoo on its ass that said, 'Kiss this!' It would eat wicked witches for breakfast (and Dorothy and her little dog, too).
Storms like that must be really vain. You can't help but watch them,... like houses burning down. You can't look away. What must that do to their egos?
| Anything that would lay such waste would have to be pretty self-centered to begin with... | The art of psychoanalyzing storms is really very ancient. |