Runic/mélange

As Vampire Eric Northman strolled through the runic mountainside of his homeland in Sweden, he came face-to-face with a mélange of epic proportions that clashed magnificently with the serenity of the snowy landscape–a trombone player spitting snowballs out of his trombone, a geisha serving traditional matcha in Amano Masao ceramic mugs, and a large black and white cat wearing a golden medallion, a Napoleon hat, and a sash that read, “Chairman.” 

–Cindy Capleton

It was midnight in Northern Europe. Everyone gathered around the crackling fire that cast the nearby runic monuments in a haunting glow. I stole furtive glances at the melange of participants – Jerry, his jumbo weiner that has won him the Dick Joust gold medal five times, Sylvia, her 45-MMM bazongas having served as buoys for all water events for the last eight competitions, and Peter, his special talent rumored to be taint-related but as of yet unknown – until, that is, tomorrow when we got naked for the opening ceremony of the Special Genital Olympics.

~Lady Schwartz

“Ah, yes. Brilliant. The juxtaposition of the runic green lines against the textured sheen of the plastic the artist chose as the canvas evokes within me a melange of emotions,” said Madison Odetta VanBuren as she wrote me a $12,000 check for a “work of art” that –unbeknowst to her– was inadvertently created by Sprinkle’s butt when he escaped from his hamster ball while I was painting the bathroom.

-Gladys Potter

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2 Responses to Runic/mélange

  1. wrightless smalls says:

    The meeting in my bedroom had such a melange of constituents that it only added to it’s runic nature, the man in a bear suit who refused to identify himself troubled me the most, I was unsure whether to expect man or beast when he unsheathed his codpiece.

  2. Velma Creen says:

    I rue Nicole lying on m’ longe. The space had been reserved for another.

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