Nothing says Lovin' like Jared Hindman in the Oven.
Monday, December 18, 2006
Merry Christmas from Berlin
My God, Germany is awesome around Christmas time. This has been circulating around town on flyers and billboards. I have no idea what they're selling, but I have a feeling if hard pressed I'd by three.
Considering the secret part of the site that's not so secret, I'm going to have to play the "It's impossible to run across everything in Berlin" card. -jared
In response to your brain worms article that I just now read, this is part of something I wrote today. How odd. Feel free to laugh.
"Stephen Keyes was shackled to seven other people in a tiny room with a high ceiling. They were his friends, one his wife and one his brother, and they were sitting in the dark on narrow stone shelves jutting from the walls. His name was not Stephen Keyes here, but that’s who he was. Stephen reached his leg out and brushed his wife’s knee.
“I love you.”
She might have answered; it didn’t matter. What filled up his ears instead was a screech like a ten thousand fingers on a thousand blackboards, and then raindrops began hitting him.
The screech got louder, and the drops that had bounced off of his face and onto his lap began to pile up. When the pile began to move, Stephen realized the falling wetness hadn’t been drops of water. And as he recognized his wife’s voice joining the already cacaphonous screech he felt the pinpricks of a thousand little legs digging into his skin and climbing up him. The ones that had landed in his hair scurried to his eyes, and began to feed.
Brain spiders.
He opened his mouth to scream and they cascaded in, latching on to his tongue and his adenoids and burrowing up through the tissue in his soft palette to feast on his juices and lay eggs in his brain.
And then Stephen woke up in Grayville, in his bed. In the only one of his bodies connected enough, asleep enough, to receive him."
8 Comments:
Porn.
Beate Uhse also is in the sex toys market. You must spend your time in obscure places to not have come across the name.
Considering the secret part of the site that's not so secret, I'm going to have to play the "It's impossible to run across everything in Berlin" card.
-jared
They only have the largest chain of sex stores in the country...!
Nadine
Germans....geesh! ;)
In response to your brain worms article that I just now read, this is part of something I wrote today. How odd. Feel free to laugh.
"Stephen Keyes was shackled to seven other people in a tiny room with a high ceiling. They were his friends, one his wife and one his brother, and they were sitting in the dark on narrow stone shelves jutting from the walls. His name was not Stephen Keyes here, but that’s who he was. Stephen reached his leg out and brushed his wife’s knee.
“I love you.”
She might have answered; it didn’t matter. What filled up his ears instead was a screech like a ten thousand fingers on a thousand blackboards, and then raindrops began hitting him.
The screech got louder, and the drops that had bounced off of his face and onto his lap began to pile up. When the pile began to move, Stephen realized the falling wetness hadn’t been drops of water. And as he recognized his wife’s voice joining the already cacaphonous screech he felt the pinpricks of a thousand little legs digging into his skin and climbing up him. The ones that had landed in his hair scurried to his eyes, and began to feed.
Brain spiders.
He opened his mouth to scream and they cascaded in, latching on to his tongue and his adenoids and burrowing up through the tissue in his soft palette to feast on his juices and lay eggs in his brain.
And then Stephen woke up in Grayville, in his bed. In the only one of his bodies connected enough, asleep enough, to receive him."
Happy Kruegermas! :D
I found this and thought you might find it cool:
http://www.pandasmash.com/index.php?page=epi&epi_id=81
Happy New Year Jared!
And Adam, that was pretty cool and creepy.
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