January 20, 2015
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I had it on good authority
My bells were stolen
I went looking for my bells
I even heard one clang, clang, clang on the trolley!
Conditions were abominable yet I pressed on
Fear fuelled denizens turning to ludicrous means of escape
The appearance of a green trail.
A path to haven or horrific clue?
I kept faith, kept going on
Trudged warily, wearily
through abysmal conditions
Looking back from whence I came
The green goo eating the purely driven
There were other clues in dark corners
Go ri? Go where? Go right?
Gori, a derivative of my name?
Gori warnings of what awaited if I continued?
I heard the bells again and I looked up
Two signs, one of haven, one of danger
The sound of bells coming from above
Muted, muffled, haunting, ominous
I’d found them and was horrified
I thought you liked me … I thought we were friends
I thought you understood I wasn’t kidding when I told you what scares me
How? HOW! Oh how could you not tell me…
it was… it was… Oh my God it was…
one of those monkeys that stole my bells!
Indulging myself with something another does … theme song for this little adventure
Ring My Bell would have just been to obvious
Chilliwack – Raino