Christopher Jones (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} raxkelala) wrote,@ 2005-06-24 01:41:00 |
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Bed-ridden and feverish he saddles the night...
Wrapped in a woolen blanket long ago brought hither from the frigid highlands of Guatemala, Mr. Christopher Jones spent the afternoon awaiting his immanent perishing. Even the heavy-handed humidity of the fetid swamplands could not avail to chase the chill from his shivering flesh. For hours he lay huddled. Fetus-like in his woolen womb he alternately incubated and then assassinated his quite minute, viral companions. Finally, it was nothing less than a can of cold Coca-Cola, faint echo of the Pachamama's mighty mojo, which broke his fever and left him dripping in sweat, elated. Sinchiq munasqaykuna Pachamama, yusulpayki!!!
Wrapped in a woolen blanket long ago brought hither from the frigid highlands of Guatemala, Mr. Christopher Jones spent the afternoon awaiting his immanent perishing. Even the heavy-handed humidity of the fetid swamplands could not avail to chase the chill from his shivering flesh. For hours he lay huddled. Fetus-like in his woolen womb he alternately incubated and then assassinated his quite minute, viral companions. Finally, it was nothing less than a can of cold Coca-Cola, faint echo of the Pachamama's mighty mojo, which broke his fever and left him dripping in sweat, elated. Sinchiq munasqaykuna Pachamama, yusulpayki!!!
