bananna oracle

[squatjellonumbs]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle.

[Deviate]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks.

[masterofNone]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

[Deviate]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters.

[masterofNone]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water.

[lapietra]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water.

It is only this water that will persuade the banana oracle to reveal the answers we so desperately need to keep our peoples from descending into a battle that will forever divide us, and potentially end life as we know it forever.

[sbraiden]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water.

It is only this water that will persuade the banana oracle to reveal the answers we so desperately need to keep our peoples from descending into a battle that will forever divide us, and potentially end life as we know it forever.

It conspired against us, the jungle, full of buzzing sounds and bites and broken bamboo-mantled limbs, but we could see her glowing burn, we thought, so hopeful we pressed on.

[beckstra]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water.

It is only this water that will persuade the banana oracle to reveal the answers we so desperately need to keep our peoples from descending into a battle that will forever divide us, and potentially end life as we know it forever.

It conspired against us, the jungle, full of buzzing sounds and bites and broken bamboo-mantled limbs, but we could see her glowing burn, we thought, so hopeful we pressed on.

From behind the line of us, I could hear the doctor. His frightful bellowing slid thick between my temples. As he started in on a fifth verse of "Me And My Monkey," I thought I might curse him where he stood...however, he was the only man on the island who could save us apart from the mighty oracle.

[squatjellonumbs]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water.

It is only this water that will persuade the banana oracle to reveal the answers we so desperately need to keep our peoples from descending into a battle that will forever divide us, and potentially end life as we know it forever.

It conspired against us, the jungle, full of buzzing sounds and bites and broken bamboo-mantled limbs, but we could see her glowing burn, we thought, so hopeful we pressed on.

From behind the line of us, I could hear the doctor. His frightful bellowing slid thick between my temples. As he started in on a fifth verse of "Me And My Monkey," I thought I might curse him where he stood...however, he was the only man on the island who could save us apart from the mighty oracle.

Then it occured to me--just as he was obnoxiously blaring into the sixth verse--"Oh Mighty Monkey, hide thee not from me--Most perniscious primate, I seek thee in the bao-bao tree"---"THAT'S IT!!!," I yelled. The others stopped, startled by my outburst.

[trisherina]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water.

It is only this water that will persuade the banana oracle to reveal the answers we so desperately need to keep our peoples from descending into a battle that will forever divide us, and potentially end life as we know it forever.

It conspired against us, the jungle, full of buzzing sounds and bites and broken bamboo-mantled limbs, but we could see her glowing burn, we thought, so hopeful we pressed on.

From behind the line of us, I could hear the doctor. His frightful bellowing slid thick between my temples. As he started in on a fifth verse of "Me And My Monkey," I thought I might curse him where he stood...however, he was the only man on the island who could save us apart from the mighty oracle.

Then it occured to me--just as he was obnoxiously blaring into the sixth verse--"Oh Mighty Monkey, hide thee not from me--Most perniscious primate, I seek thee in the bao-bao tree"---"THAT'S IT!!!," I yelled. The others stopped, startled by my outburst

There was a humid pause filled only with the faint continuous sound of insects. Finally: "What?" said Nadir, our guide, wiping at the ever-present slick of sweat on his forehead.

[masterofNone]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water.

It is only this water that will persuade the banana oracle to reveal the answers we so desperately need to keep our peoples from descending into a battle that will forever divide us, and potentially end life as we know it forever.

It conspired against us, the jungle, full of buzzing sounds and bites and broken bamboo-mantled limbs, but we could see her glowing burn, we thought, so hopeful we pressed on.

From behind the line of us, I could hear the doctor. His frightful bellowing slid thick between my temples. As he started in on a fifth verse of "Me And My Monkey," I thought I might curse him where he stood...however, he was the only man on the island who could save us apart from the mighty oracle.

Then it occured to me--just as he was obnoxiously blaring into the sixth verse--"Oh Mighty Monkey, hide thee not from me--Most perniscious primate, I seek thee in the bao-bao tree"---"THAT'S IT!!!," I yelled. The others stopped, startled by my outburst

There was a humid pause filled only with the faint continuous sound of insects. Finally: "What?" said Nadir, our guide, wiping at the ever-present slick of sweat on his forehead. I stared back at them blankly, suddenly aware that my skin had become sickeningly dry and hot. My momentary hallucination, it seemed, was the precursor to heat stroke induced unconsciousness. I fell at Nadir's feet and darkness engulfed me.

[lapietra]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water.

It is only this water that will persuade the banana oracle to reveal the answers we so desperately need to keep our peoples from descending into a battle that will forever divide us, and potentially end life as we know it forever.

It conspired against us, the jungle, full of buzzing sounds and bites and broken bamboo-mantled limbs, but we could see her glowing burn, we thought, so hopeful we pressed on.

From behind the line of us, I could hear the doctor. His frightful bellowing slid thick between my temples. As he started in on a fifth verse of "Me And My Monkey," I thought I might curse him where he stood...however, he was the only man on the island who could save us apart from the mighty oracle.

Then it occured to me--just as he was obnoxiously blaring into the sixth verse--"Oh Mighty Monkey, hide thee not from me--Most perniscious primate, I seek thee in the bao-bao tree"---"THAT'S IT!!!," I yelled. The others stopped, startled by my outburst.

There was a humid pause filled only with the faint continuous sound of insects. Finally: "What?" said Nadir, our guide, wiping at the ever-present slick of sweat on his forehead. I stared back at them blankly, suddenly aware that my skin had become sickeningly dry and hot. My momentary hallucination, it seemed, was the precursor to heat stroke induced unconsciousness. I fell at Nadir's feet and darkness engulfed me.

A loud snurfling sound, raucous purring, and a wet nose in my ear sent warm ticklesome sensations through my body. I opened my eyes and beheld the largest, plushest Chausie I'd ever seen, dark gold fur softly glowing, enthusiastically kneading the fabric of the comforter around my shoulder. "Hello there," I tried to say, but all that came out was a weak breathy high sound. I tried to lift my head but could only manage to turn it slightly.
The cat finished its preliminaries and curled up in a tight ball between my cheek and shoulder. His fur smelled of fresh grass.
Where the heck am I? I thought.

[trisherina]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water.

It is only this water that will persuade the banana oracle to reveal the answers we so desperately need to keep our peoples from descending into a battle that will forever divide us, and potentially end life as we know it forever.

It conspired against us, the jungle, full of buzzing sounds and bites and broken bamboo-mantled limbs, but we could see her glowing burn, we thought, so hopeful we pressed on.

From behind the line of us, I could hear the doctor. His frightful bellowing slid thick between my temples. As he started in on a fifth verse of "Me And My Monkey," I thought I might curse him where he stood...however, he was the only man on the island who could save us apart from the mighty oracle.

Then it occured to me--just as he was obnoxiously blaring into the sixth verse--"Oh Mighty Monkey, hide thee not from me--Most perniscious primate, I seek thee in the bao-bao tree"---"THAT'S IT!!!," I yelled. The others stopped, startled by my outburst.

There was a humid pause filled only with the faint continuous sound of insects. Finally: "What?" said Nadir, our guide, wiping at the ever-present slick of sweat on his forehead. I stared back at them blankly, suddenly aware that my skin had become sickeningly dry and hot. My momentary hallucination, it seemed, was the precursor to heat stroke induced unconsciousness. I fell at Nadir's feet and darkness engulfed me.

A loud snurfling sound, raucous purring, and a wet nose in my ear sent warm ticklesome sensations through my body. I opened my eyes and beheld the largest, plushest Chausie I'd ever seen, dark gold fur softly glowing, enthusiastically kneading the fabric of the comforter around my shoulder. "Hello there," I tried to say, but all that came out was a weak breathy high sound. I tried to lift my head but could only manage to turn it slightly.
The cat finished its preliminaries and curled up in a tight ball between my cheek and shoulder. His fur smelled of fresh grass.
Where the heck am I? I thought.

While my confusion percolated, I recalled the glaringly Freudian elements of my dream. Banana oracle, indeed, I thought. Wherever I was, I was obviously under the influence of considerable sexual tension.

Despite a weakness that bordered on bonelessness, I managed to lift my head and look around, past the cat slumbering deeply now.

[masterofNone]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water.

It is only this water that will persuade the banana oracle to reveal the answers we so desperately need to keep our peoples from descending into a battle that will forever divide us, and potentially end life as we know it forever.

It conspired against us, the jungle, full of buzzing sounds and bites and broken bamboo-mantled limbs, but we could see her glowing burn, we thought, so hopeful we pressed on.

From behind the line of us, I could hear the doctor. His frightful bellowing slid thick between my temples. As he started in on a fifth verse of "Me And My Monkey," I thought I might curse him where he stood...however, he was the only man on the island who could save us apart from the mighty oracle.

Then it occured to me--just as he was obnoxiously blaring into the sixth verse--"Oh Mighty Monkey, hide thee not from me--Most perniscious primate, I seek thee in the bao-bao tree"---"THAT'S IT!!!," I yelled. The others stopped, startled by my outburst.

There was a humid pause filled only with the faint continuous sound of insects. Finally: "What?" said Nadir, our guide, wiping at the ever-present slick of sweat on his forehead. I stared back at them blankly, suddenly aware that my skin had become sickeningly dry and hot. My momentary hallucination, it seemed, was the precursor to heat stroke induced unconsciousness. I fell at Nadir's feet and darkness engulfed me.

A loud snurfling sound, raucous purring, and a wet nose in my ear sent warm ticklesome sensations through my body. I opened my eyes and beheld the largest, plushest Chausie I'd ever seen, dark gold fur softly glowing, enthusiastically kneading the fabric of the comforter around my shoulder. "Hello there," I tried to say, but all that came out was a weak breathy high sound. I tried to lift my head but could only manage to turn it slightly.
The cat finished its preliminaries and curled up in a tight ball between my cheek and shoulder. His fur smelled of fresh grass.
Where the heck am I? I thought.

While my confusion percolated, I recalled the glaringly Freudian elements of my dream. Banana oracle, indeed, I thought. Wherever I was, I was obviously under the influence of considerable sexual tension. Despite a weakness that bordered on bonelessness, I managed to lift my head and look around, past the cat slumbering deeply now. Just beyond my comforter covered toes I could make out the misty mountain of laundry that had erupted, volcanoe-like, from my bedroom floor.

[squatjellonumbs]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water.

It is only this water that will persuade the banana oracle to reveal the answers we so desperately need to keep our peoples from descending into a battle that will forever divide us, and potentially end life as we know it forever.

It conspired against us, the jungle, full of buzzing sounds and bites and broken bamboo-mantled limbs, but we could see her glowing burn, we thought, so hopeful we pressed on.

From behind the line of us, I could hear the doctor. His frightful bellowing slid thick between my temples. As he started in on a fifth verse of "Me And My Monkey," I thought I might curse him where he stood...however, he was the only man on the island who could save us apart from the mighty oracle.

Then it occured to me--just as he was obnoxiously blaring into the sixth verse--"Oh Mighty Monkey, hide thee not from me--Most perniscious primate, I seek thee in the bao-bao tree"---"THAT'S IT!!!," I yelled. The others stopped, startled by my outburst.

There was a humid pause filled only with the faint continuous sound of insects. Finally: "What?" said Nadir, our guide, wiping at the ever-present slick of sweat on his forehead. I stared back at them blankly, suddenly aware that my skin had become sickeningly dry and hot. My momentary hallucination, it seemed, was the precursor to heat stroke induced unconsciousness. I fell at Nadir's feet and darkness engulfed me.

A loud snurfling sound, raucous purring, and a wet nose in my ear sent warm ticklesome sensations through my body. I opened my eyes and beheld the largest, plushest Chausie I'd ever seen, dark gold fur softly glowing, enthusiastically kneading the fabric of the comforter around my shoulder. "Hello there," I tried to say, but all that came out was a weak breathy high sound. I tried to lift my head but could only manage to turn it slightly.
The cat finished its preliminaries and curled up in a tight ball between my cheek and shoulder. His fur smelled of fresh grass.
Where the heck am I? I thought.

While my confusion percolated, I recalled the glaringly Freudian elements of my dream. Banana oracle, indeed, I thought. Wherever I was, I was obviously under the influence of considerable sexual tension. Despite a weakness that bordered on bonelessness, I managed to lift my head and look around, past the cat slumbering deeply now. Just beyond my comforter covered toes I could make out the misty mountain of laundry that had erupted, volcanoe-like, from my bedroom floor.
As my eyes focused, I noticed that my clothes were covered in leafy green palm-fronds.

[lapietra]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water.

It is only this water that will persuade the banana oracle to reveal the answers we so desperately need to keep our peoples from descending into a battle that will forever divide us, and potentially end life as we know it forever.

It conspired against us, the jungle, full of buzzing sounds and bites and broken bamboo-mantled limbs, but we could see her glowing burn, we thought, so hopeful we pressed on.

From behind the line of us, I could hear the doctor. His frightful bellowing slid thick between my temples. As he started in on a fifth verse of "Me And My Monkey," I thought I might curse him where he stood...however, he was the only man on the island who could save us apart from the mighty oracle.

Then it occured to me--just as he was obnoxiously blaring into the sixth verse--"Oh Mighty Monkey, hide thee not from me--Most perniscious primate, I seek thee in the bao-bao tree"---"THAT'S IT!!!," I yelled. The others stopped, startled by my outburst.

There was a humid pause filled only with the faint continuous sound of insects. Finally: "What?" said Nadir, our guide, wiping at the ever-present slick of sweat on his forehead. I stared back at them blankly, suddenly aware that my skin had become sickeningly dry and hot. My momentary hallucination, it seemed, was the precursor to heat stroke induced unconsciousness. I fell at Nadir's feet and darkness engulfed me.

A loud snurfling sound, raucous purring, and a wet nose in my ear sent warm ticklesome sensations through my body. I opened my eyes and beheld the largest, plushest Chausie I'd ever seen, dark gold fur softly glowing, enthusiastically kneading the fabric of the comforter around my shoulder. "Hello there," I tried to say, but all that came out was a weak breathy high sound. I tried to lift my head but could only manage to turn it slightly.
The cat finished its preliminaries and curled up in a tight ball between my cheek and shoulder. His fur smelled of fresh grass.
Where the heck am I? I thought.

While my confusion percolated, I recalled the glaringly Freudian elements of my dream. Banana oracle, indeed, I thought. Wherever I was, I was obviously under the influence of considerable sexual tension. Despite a weakness that bordered on bonelessness, I managed to lift my head and look around, past the cat slumbering deeply now. Just beyond my comforter covered toes I could make out the misty mountain of laundry that had erupted, volcanoe-like, from my bedroom floor.
As my eyes focused, I noticed that my clothes were covered in leafy green palm-fronds.

Whose room is this? And why are the shelves lined with empty beer bottles?

[Deviate]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water.

It is only this water that will persuade the banana oracle to reveal the answers we so desperately need to keep our peoples from descending into a battle that will forever divide us, and potentially end life as we know it forever.

It conspired against us, the jungle, full of buzzing sounds and bites and broken bamboo-mantled limbs, but we could see her glowing burn, we thought, so hopeful we pressed on.

From behind the line of us, I could hear the doctor. His frightful bellowing slid thick between my temples. As he started in on a fifth verse of "Me And My Monkey," I thought I might curse him where he stood...however, he was the only man on the island who could save us apart from the mighty oracle.

Then it occured to me--just as he was obnoxiously blaring into the sixth verse--"Oh Mighty Monkey, hide thee not from me--Most perniscious primate, I seek thee in the bao-bao tree"---"THAT'S IT!!!," I yelled. The others stopped, startled by my outburst.

There was a humid pause filled only with the faint continuous sound of insects. Finally: "What?" said Nadir, our guide, wiping at the ever-present slick of sweat on his forehead. I stared back at them blankly, suddenly aware that my skin had become sickeningly dry and hot. My momentary hallucination, it seemed, was the precursor to heat stroke induced unconsciousness. I fell at Nadir's feet and darkness engulfed me.

A loud snurfling sound, raucous purring, and a wet nose in my ear sent warm ticklesome sensations through my body. I opened my eyes and beheld the largest, plushest Chausie I'd ever seen, dark gold fur softly glowing, enthusiastically kneading the fabric of the comforter around my shoulder. "Hello there," I tried to say, but all that came out was a weak breathy high sound. I tried to lift my head but could only manage to turn it slightly.
The cat finished its preliminaries and curled up in a tight ball between my cheek and shoulder. His fur smelled of fresh grass.
Where the heck am I? I thought.

While my confusion percolated, I recalled the glaringly Freudian elements of my dream. Banana oracle, indeed, I thought. Wherever I was, I was obviously under the influence of considerable sexual tension. Despite a weakness that bordered on bonelessness, I managed to lift my head and look around, past the cat slumbering deeply now. Just beyond my comforter covered toes I could make out the misty mountain of laundry that had erupted, volcanoe-like, from my bedroom floor.
As my eyes focused, I noticed that my clothes were covered in leafy green palm-fronds.

Whose room is this? And why are the shelves lined with empty beer bottles? I sat up and took a long, deep breath and recognized the hot tangy air of the jungle. This was not my room.

I cautiously manuvered through the room to the window. It became much clearer. Peering from high atop a palace in an onion-shaped dome, I realized I had been taken to the home of the Banana Oracle.

[lapietra]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water.

It is only this water that will persuade the banana oracle to reveal the answers we so desperately need to keep our peoples from descending into a battle that will forever divide us, and potentially end life as we know it forever.

It conspired against us, the jungle, full of buzzing sounds and bites and broken bamboo-mantled limbs, but we could see her glowing burn, we thought, so hopeful we pressed on.

From behind the line of us, I could hear the doctor. His frightful bellowing slid thick between my temples. As he started in on a fifth verse of "Me And My Monkey," I thought I might curse him where he stood...however, he was the only man on the island who could save us apart from the mighty oracle.

Then it occured to me--just as he was obnoxiously blaring into the sixth verse--"Oh Mighty Monkey, hide thee not from me--Most perniscious primate, I seek thee in the bao-bao tree"---"THAT'S IT!!!," I yelled. The others stopped, startled by my outburst.

There was a humid pause filled only with the faint continuous sound of insects. Finally: "What?" said Nadir, our guide, wiping at the ever-present slick of sweat on his forehead. I stared back at them blankly, suddenly aware that my skin had become sickeningly dry and hot. My momentary hallucination, it seemed, was the precursor to heat stroke induced unconsciousness. I fell at Nadir's feet and darkness engulfed me.

A loud snurfling sound, raucous purring, and a wet nose in my ear sent warm ticklesome sensations through my body. I opened my eyes and beheld the largest, plushest Chausie I'd ever seen, dark gold fur softly glowing, enthusiastically kneading the fabric of the comforter around my shoulder. "Hello there," I tried to say, but all that came out was a weak breathy high sound. I tried to lift my head but could only manage to turn it slightly.
The cat finished its preliminaries and curled up in a tight ball between my cheek and shoulder. His fur smelled of fresh grass.
Where the heck am I? I thought.

While my confusion percolated, I recalled the glaringly Freudian elements of my dream. Banana oracle, indeed, I thought. Wherever I was, I was obviously under the influence of considerable sexual tension. Despite a weakness that bordered on bonelessness, I managed to lift my head and look around, past the cat slumbering deeply now. Just beyond my comforter covered toes I could make out the misty mountain of laundry that had erupted, volcano-like, from my bedroom floor.
As my eyes focused, I noticed that my clothes were covered in leafy green palm-fronds.

Whose room is this? And why are the shelves lined with empty beer bottles? I sat up and took a long, deep breath and recognized the hot tangy air of the jungle. This was not my room.

I cautiously manuvered through the room to the window. It became much clearer. Peering from high atop a palace in an onion-shaped dome, I realized I had been taken to the home of the Banana Oracle.

From the edge of the narrow clearing surrounding the palace, the thick green jungle stretched out around me as far as my eye could see. Huge multicolored birds darted from branch to branch far below me, the sound of their hysterical squawking floating up faintly. The sky was a brilliant deep cloudless blue. Though beautiful, the surrealness of it was dizzying, disturbing. I stepped away from the window quickly, sucking in my breath.

The cat woke up and padded over to where I stood, looked up at me with friendly slitted eyes and miaowed questioningly. "I'm okay, kitty," I said. "I think..."

Then it occurred to me... Where was everyone else? Was I completely alone? What or who had brought me here?
A soft knock sounded at the door.

[Poolfreak]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water.

It is only this water that will persuade the banana oracle to reveal the answers we so desperately need to keep our peoples from descending into a battle that will forever divide us, and potentially end life as we know it forever.

It conspired against us, the jungle, full of buzzing sounds and bites and broken bamboo-mantled limbs, but we could see her glowing burn, we thought, so hopeful we pressed on.

From behind the line of us, I could hear the doctor. His frightful bellowing slid thick between my temples. As he started in on a fifth verse of "Me And My Monkey," I thought I might curse him where he stood...however, he was the only man on the island who could save us apart from the mighty oracle.

Then it occured to me--just as he was obnoxiously blaring into the sixth verse--"Oh Mighty Monkey, hide thee not from me--Most perniscious primate, I seek thee in the bao-bao tree"---"THAT'S IT!!!," I yelled. The others stopped, startled by my outburst.

There was a humid pause filled only with the faint continuous sound of insects. Finally: "What?" said Nadir, our guide, wiping at the ever-present slick of sweat on his forehead. I stared back at them blankly, suddenly aware that my skin had become sickeningly dry and hot. My momentary hallucination, it seemed, was the precursor to heat stroke induced unconsciousness. I fell at Nadir's feet and darkness engulfed me.

A loud snurfling sound, raucous purring, and a wet nose in my ear sent warm ticklesome sensations through my body. I opened my eyes and beheld the largest, plushest Chausie I'd ever seen, dark gold fur softly glowing, enthusiastically kneading the fabric of the comforter around my shoulder. "Hello there," I tried to say, but all that came out was a weak breathy high sound. I tried to lift my head but could only manage to turn it slightly.
The cat finished its preliminaries and curled up in a tight ball between my cheek and shoulder. His fur smelled of fresh grass.
Where the heck am I? I thought.

While my confusion percolated, I recalled the glaringly Freudian elements of my dream. Banana oracle, indeed, I thought. Wherever I was, I was obviously under the influence of considerable sexual tension. Despite a weakness that bordered on bonelessness, I managed to lift my head and look around, past the cat slumbering deeply now. Just beyond my comforter covered toes I could make out the misty mountain of laundry that had erupted, volcano-like, from my bedroom floor.
As my eyes focused, I noticed that my clothes were covered in leafy green palm-fronds.

Whose room is this? And why are the shelves lined with empty beer bottles? I sat up and took a long, deep breath and recognized the hot tangy air of the jungle. This was not my room.

I cautiously manuvered through the room to the window. It became much clearer. Peering from high atop a palace in an onion-shaped dome, I realized I had been taken to the home of the Banana Oracle.

From the edge of the narrow clearing surrounding the palace, the thick green jungle stretched out around me as far as my eye could see. Huge multicolored birds darted from branch to branch far below me, the sound of their hysterical squawking floating up faintly. The sky was a brilliant deep cloudless blue. Though beautiful, the surrealness of it was dizzying, disturbing. I stepped away from the window quickly, sucking in my breath.

The cat woke up and padded over to where I stood, looked up at me with friendly slitted eyes and miaowed questioningly. "I'm okay, kitty," I said. "I think..."

Then it occurred to me... Where was everyone else? Was I completely alone? What or who had brought me here?
A soft knock sounded at the door.

"Ahh, you are awake." It was a man tall dark skin wearing some sort of mask. I couldn't see as the sun was shinning all around him casting his shadow over me. "Its almost time for the ceremony."

[Hyakujo's Fox]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water.

It is only this water that will persuade the banana oracle to reveal the answers we so desperately need to keep our peoples from descending into a battle that will forever divide us, and potentially end life as we know it forever.

It conspired against us, the jungle, full of buzzing sounds and bites and broken bamboo-mantled limbs, but we could see her glowing burn, we thought, so hopeful we pressed on.

From behind the line of us, I could hear the doctor. His frightful bellowing slid thick between my temples. As he started in on a fifth verse of "Me And My Monkey," I thought I might curse him where he stood...however, he was the only man on the island who could save us apart from the mighty oracle.

Then it occured to me--just as he was obnoxiously blaring into the sixth verse--"Oh Mighty Monkey, hide thee not from me--Most perniscious primate, I seek thee in the bao-bao tree"---"THAT'S IT!!!," I yelled. The others stopped, startled by my outburst.

There was a humid pause filled only with the faint continuous sound of insects. Finally: "What?" said Nadir, our guide, wiping at the ever-present slick of sweat on his forehead. I stared back at them blankly, suddenly aware that my skin had become sickeningly dry and hot. My momentary hallucination, it seemed, was the precursor to heat stroke induced unconsciousness. I fell at Nadir's feet and darkness engulfed me.

A loud snurfling sound, raucous purring, and a wet nose in my ear sent warm ticklesome sensations through my body. I opened my eyes and beheld the largest, plushest Chausie I'd ever seen, dark gold fur softly glowing, enthusiastically kneading the fabric of the comforter around my shoulder. "Hello there," I tried to say, but all that came out was a weak breathy high sound. I tried to lift my head but could only manage to turn it slightly.
The cat finished its preliminaries and curled up in a tight ball between my cheek and shoulder. His fur smelled of fresh grass.
Where the heck am I? I thought.

While my confusion percolated, I recalled the glaringly Freudian elements of my dream. Banana oracle, indeed, I thought. Wherever I was, I was obviously under the influence of considerable sexual tension. Despite a weakness that bordered on bonelessness, I managed to lift my head and look around, past the cat slumbering deeply now. Just beyond my comforter covered toes I could make out the misty mountain of laundry that had erupted, volcano-like, from my bedroom floor.
As my eyes focused, I noticed that my clothes were covered in leafy green palm-fronds.

Whose room is this? And why are the shelves lined with empty beer bottles? I sat up and took a long, deep breath and recognized the hot tangy air of the jungle. This was not my room.

I cautiously manuvered through the room to the window. It became much clearer. Peering from high atop a palace in an onion-shaped dome, I realized I had been taken to the home of the Banana Oracle.

From the edge of the narrow clearing surrounding the palace, the thick green jungle stretched out around me as far as my eye could see. Huge multicolored birds darted from branch to branch far below me, the sound of their hysterical squawking floating up faintly. The sky was a brilliant deep cloudless blue. Though beautiful, the surrealness of it was dizzying, disturbing. I stepped away from the window quickly, sucking in my breath.

The cat woke up and padded over to where I stood, looked up at me with friendly slitted eyes and miaowed questioningly. "I'm okay, kitty," I said. "I think..."

Then it occurred to me... Where was everyone else? Was I completely alone? What or who had brought me here?
A soft knock sounded at the door.

"Ahh, you are awake." It was a man tall dark skin wearing some sort of mask. I couldn't see as the sun was shinning all around him casting his shadow over me. "Its almost time for the ceremony."

The tall man stepped sideways and the fierce sunlight poured in upon me. Momentarily blinded, I reeled, and in turning, a deep fatigue settled upon me. Staggering to the wall, deperate for any kind of support, I pressed my forehead to the relative coolness of the whitewash and breathed hard. Slowly returning to my senses, I opened my eyes and saw a name had been crudely scratched into the wall. "Spengler!" I gasped. "Spengler!.... here?"

[Willow Sylph]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water.

It is only this water that will persuade the banana oracle to reveal the answers we so desperately need to keep our peoples from descending into a battle that will forever divide us, and potentially end life as we know it forever.

It conspired against us, the jungle, full of buzzing sounds and bites and broken bamboo-mantled limbs, but we could see her glowing burn, we thought, so hopeful we pressed on.

From behind the line of us, I could hear the doctor. His frightful bellowing slid thick between my temples. As he started in on a fifth verse of "Me And My Monkey," I thought I might curse him where he stood...however, he was the only man on the island who could save us apart from the mighty oracle.

Then it occured to me--just as he was obnoxiously blaring into the sixth verse--"Oh Mighty Monkey, hide thee not from me--Most perniscious primate, I seek thee in the bao-bao tree"---"THAT'S IT!!!," I yelled. The others stopped, startled by my outburst.

There was a humid pause filled only with the faint continuous sound of insects. Finally: "What?" said Nadir, our guide, wiping at the ever-present slick of sweat on his forehead. I stared back at them blankly, suddenly aware that my skin had become sickeningly dry and hot. My momentary hallucination, it seemed, was the precursor to heat stroke induced unconsciousness. I fell at Nadir's feet and darkness engulfed me.

A loud snurfling sound, raucous purring, and a wet nose in my ear sent warm ticklesome sensations through my body. I opened my eyes and beheld the largest, plushest Chausie I'd ever seen, dark gold fur softly glowing, enthusiastically kneading the fabric of the comforter around my shoulder. "Hello there," I tried to say, but all that came out was a weak breathy high sound. I tried to lift my head but could only manage to turn it slightly.
The cat finished its preliminaries and curled up in a tight ball between my cheek and shoulder. His fur smelled of fresh grass.
Where the heck am I? I thought.

While my confusion percolated, I recalled the glaringly Freudian elements of my dream. Banana oracle, indeed, I thought. Wherever I was, I was obviously under the influence of considerable sexual tension. Despite a weakness that bordered on bonelessness, I managed to lift my head and look around, past the cat slumbering deeply now. Just beyond my comforter covered toes I could make out the misty mountain of laundry that had erupted, volcano-like, from my bedroom floor.
As my eyes focused, I noticed that my clothes were covered in leafy green palm-fronds.

Whose room is this? And why are the shelves lined with empty beer bottles? I sat up and took a long, deep breath and recognized the hot tangy air of the jungle. This was not my room.

I cautiously manuvered through the room to the window. It became much clearer. Peering from high atop a palace in an onion-shaped dome, I realized I had been taken to the home of the Banana Oracle.

From the edge of the narrow clearing surrounding the palace, the thick green jungle stretched out around me as far as my eye could see. Huge multicolored birds darted from branch to branch far below me, the sound of their hysterical squawking floating up faintly. The sky was a brilliant deep cloudless blue. Though beautiful, the surrealness of it was dizzying, disturbing. I stepped away from the window quickly, sucking in my breath.

The cat woke up and padded over to where I stood, looked up at me with friendly slitted eyes and miaowed questioningly. "I'm okay, kitty," I said. "I think..."

Then it occurred to me... Where was everyone else? Was I completely alone? What or who had brought me here?
A soft knock sounded at the door.

"Ahh, you are awake." It was a man tall dark skin wearing some sort of mask. I couldn't see as the sun was shinning all around him casting his shadow over me. "Its almost time for the ceremony."

The tall man stepped sideways and the fierce sunlight poured in upon me. Momentarily blinded, I reeled, and in turning, a deep fatigue settled upon me. Staggering to the wall, deperate for any kind of support, I pressed my forehead to the relative coolness of the whitewash and breathed hard. Slowly returning to my senses, I opened my eyes and saw a name had been crudely scratched into the wall. "Spengler!" I gasped. "Spengler!.... here?"

"No," said the tall man solemly. "It is a warning of what is to come." Find strength with those who have warned you - in those who will stand with you. For you'll need it, because Spengler's coming is for only one reason." says the tall man as his eyes dart around the room suspiciously. "He is coming for you."

[zenbabe]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water.

It is only this water that will persuade the banana oracle to reveal the answers we so desperately need to keep our peoples from descending into a battle that will forever divide us, and potentially end life as we know it forever.

It conspired against us, the jungle, full of buzzing sounds and bites and broken bamboo-mantled limbs, but we could see her glowing burn, we thought, so hopeful we pressed on.

From behind the line of us, I could hear the doctor. His frightful bellowing slid thick between my temples. As he started in on a fifth verse of "Me And My Monkey," I thought I might curse him where he stood...however, he was the only man on the island who could save us apart from the mighty oracle.

Then it occured to me--just as he was obnoxiously blaring into the sixth verse--"Oh Mighty Monkey, hide thee not from me--Most perniscious primate, I seek thee in the bao-bao tree"---"THAT'S IT!!!," I yelled. The others stopped, startled by my outburst.

There was a humid pause filled only with the faint continuous sound of insects. Finally: "What?" said Nadir, our guide, wiping at the ever-present slick of sweat on his forehead. I stared back at them blankly, suddenly aware that my skin had become sickeningly dry and hot. My momentary hallucination, it seemed, was the precursor to heat stroke induced unconsciousness. I fell at Nadir's feet and darkness engulfed me.

A loud snurfling sound, raucous purring, and a wet nose in my ear sent warm ticklesome sensations through my body. I opened my eyes and beheld the largest, plushest Chausie I'd ever seen, dark gold fur softly glowing, enthusiastically kneading the fabric of the comforter around my shoulder. "Hello there," I tried to say, but all that came out was a weak breathy high sound. I tried to lift my head but could only manage to turn it slightly.
The cat finished its preliminaries and curled up in a tight ball between my cheek and shoulder. His fur smelled of fresh grass.
Where the heck am I? I thought.

While my confusion percolated, I recalled the glaringly Freudian elements of my dream. Banana oracle, indeed, I thought. Wherever I was, I was obviously under the influence of considerable sexual tension. Despite a weakness that bordered on bonelessness, I managed to lift my head and look around, past the cat slumbering deeply now. Just beyond my comforter covered toes I could make out the misty mountain of laundry that had erupted, volcano-like, from my bedroom floor.
As my eyes focused, I noticed that my clothes were covered in leafy green palm-fronds.

Whose room is this? And why are the shelves lined with empty beer bottles? I sat up and took a long, deep breath and recognized the hot tangy air of the jungle. This was not my room.

I cautiously manuvered through the room to the window. It became much clearer. Peering from high atop a palace in an onion-shaped dome, I realized I had been taken to the home of the Banana Oracle.

From the edge of the narrow clearing surrounding the palace, the thick green jungle stretched out around me as far as my eye could see. Huge multicolored birds darted from branch to branch far below me, the sound of their hysterical squawking floating up faintly. The sky was a brilliant deep cloudless blue. Though beautiful, the surrealness of it was dizzying, disturbing. I stepped away from the window quickly, sucking in my breath.

The cat woke up and padded over to where I stood, looked up at me with friendly slitted eyes and miaowed questioningly. "I'm okay, kitty," I said. "I think..."

Then it occurred to me... Where was everyone else? Was I completely alone? What or who had brought me here?
A soft knock sounded at the door.

"Ahh, you are awake." It was a man tall dark skin wearing some sort of mask. I couldn't see as the sun was shinning all around him casting his shadow over me. "Its almost time for the ceremony."

The tall man stepped sideways and the fierce sunlight poured in upon me. Momentarily blinded, I reeled, and in turning, a deep fatigue settled upon me. Staggering to the wall, deperate for any kind of support, I pressed my forehead to the relative coolness of the whitewash and breathed hard. Slowly returning to my senses, I opened my eyes and saw a name had been crudely scratched into the wall. "Spengler!" I gasped. "Spengler!.... here?"

"No," said the tall man solemly. "It is a warning of what is to come." Find strength with those who have warned you - in those who will stand with you. For you'll need it, because Spengler's coming is for only one reason." says the tall man as his eyes dart around the room suspiciously. "He is coming for you."

Waking up with a pain that made the sun feel like a river...she reached up and touched her bloodied forhead.

[Pixie Cherries]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water.

It is only this water that will persuade the banana oracle to reveal the answers we so desperately need to keep our peoples from descending into a battle that will forever divide us, and potentially end life as we know it forever.

It conspired against us, the jungle, full of buzzing sounds and bites and broken bamboo-mantled limbs, but we could see her glowing burn, we thought, so hopeful we pressed on.

From behind the line of us, I could hear the doctor. His frightful bellowing slid thick between my temples. As he started in on a fifth verse of "Me And My Monkey," I thought I might curse him where he stood...however, he was the only man on the island who could save us apart from the mighty oracle.

Then it occured to me--just as he was obnoxiously blaring into the sixth verse--"Oh Mighty Monkey, hide thee not from me--Most perniscious primate, I seek thee in the bao-bao tree"---"THAT'S IT!!!," I yelled. The others stopped, startled by my outburst.

There was a humid pause filled only with the faint continuous sound of insects. Finally: "What?" said Nadir, our guide, wiping at the ever-present slick of sweat on his forehead. I stared back at them blankly, suddenly aware that my skin had become sickeningly dry and hot. My momentary hallucination, it seemed, was the precursor to heat stroke induced unconsciousness. I fell at Nadir's feet and darkness engulfed me.

A loud snurfling sound, raucous purring, and a wet nose in my ear sent warm ticklesome sensations through my body. I opened my eyes and beheld the largest, plushest Chausie I'd ever seen, dark gold fur softly glowing, enthusiastically kneading the fabric of the comforter around my shoulder. "Hello there," I tried to say, but all that came out was a weak breathy high sound. I tried to lift my head but could only manage to turn it slightly.
The cat finished its preliminaries and curled up in a tight ball between my cheek and shoulder. His fur smelled of fresh grass.
Where the heck am I? I thought.

While my confusion percolated, I recalled the glaringly Freudian elements of my dream. Banana oracle, indeed, I thought. Wherever I was, I was obviously under the influence of considerable sexual tension. Despite a weakness that bordered on bonelessness, I managed to lift my head and look around, past the cat slumbering deeply now. Just beyond my comforter covered toes I could make out the misty mountain of laundry that had erupted, volcano-like, from my bedroom floor.
As my eyes focused, I noticed that my clothes were covered in leafy green palm-fronds.

Whose room is this? And why are the shelves lined with empty beer bottles? I sat up and took a long, deep breath and recognized the hot tangy air of the jungle. This was not my room.

I cautiously manuvered through the room to the window. It became much clearer. Peering from high atop a palace in an onion-shaped dome, I realized I had been taken to the home of the Banana Oracle.

From the edge of the narrow clearing surrounding the palace, the thick green jungle stretched out around me as far as my eye could see. Huge multicolored birds darted from branch to branch far below me, the sound of their hysterical squawking floating up faintly. The sky was a brilliant deep cloudless blue. Though beautiful, the surrealness of it was dizzying, disturbing. I stepped away from the window quickly, sucking in my breath.

The cat woke up and padded over to where I stood, looked up at me with friendly slitted eyes and miaowed questioningly. "I'm okay, kitty," I said. "I think..."

Then it occurred to me... Where was everyone else? Was I completely alone? What or who had brought me here?
A soft knock sounded at the door.

"Ahh, you are awake." It was a man tall dark skin wearing some sort of mask. I couldn't see as the sun was shinning all around him casting his shadow over me. "Its almost time for the ceremony."

The tall man stepped sideways and the fierce sunlight poured in upon me. Momentarily blinded, I reeled, and in turning, a deep fatigue settled upon me. Staggering to the wall, deperate for any kind of support, I pressed my forehead to the relative coolness of the whitewash and breathed hard. Slowly returning to my senses, I opened my eyes and saw a name had been crudely scratched into the wall. "Spengler!" I gasped. "Spengler!.... here?"

"No," said the tall man solemly. "It is a warning of what is to come." Find strength with those who have warned you - in those who will stand with you. For you'll need it, because Spengler's coming is for only one reason." says the tall man as his eyes dart around the room suspiciously. "He is coming for you."

Waking up with a pain that made the sun feel like a river...she reached up and touched her bloodied forhead.

"What is that faint smell?" I wondered. I saw kitty walk by confidently with tail held high. The tall man was gone now, but there was an increasingly more powerful smell in the room. A mixture of freesia, baked potato and gym socks. I had smelled that smelly smell before. It was Bobby Spengler's PE clothes. Pimply faced Bobby Spengler.

The door creaked open. There was Bobby wearing a T-Shirt that read,

[Marcus Bales]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water.

It is only this water that will persuade the banana oracle to reveal the answers we so desperately need to keep our peoples from descending into a battle that will forever divide us, and potentially end life as we know it forever.

It conspired against us, the jungle, full of buzzing sounds and bites and broken bamboo-mantled limbs, but we could see her glowing burn, we thought, so hopeful we pressed on.

From behind the line of us, I could hear the doctor. His frightful bellowing slid thick between my temples. As he started in on a fifth verse of "Me And My Monkey," I thought I might curse him where he stood...however, he was the only man on the island who could save us apart from the mighty oracle.

Then it occured to me--just as he was obnoxiously blaring into the sixth verse--"Oh Mighty Monkey, hide thee not from me--Most perniscious primate, I seek thee in the bao-bao tree"---"THAT'S IT!!!," I yelled. The others stopped, startled by my outburst.

There was a humid pause filled only with the faint continuous sound of insects. Finally: "What?" said Nadir, our guide, wiping at the ever-present slick of sweat on his forehead. I stared back at them blankly, suddenly aware that my skin had become sickeningly dry and hot. My momentary hallucination, it seemed, was the precursor to heat stroke induced unconsciousness. I fell at Nadir's feet and darkness engulfed me.

A loud snurfling sound, raucous purring, and a wet nose in my ear sent warm ticklesome sensations through my body. I opened my eyes and beheld the largest, plushest Chausie I'd ever seen, dark gold fur softly glowing, enthusiastically kneading the fabric of the comforter around my shoulder. "Hello there," I tried to say, but all that came out was a weak breathy high sound. I tried to lift my head but could only manage to turn it slightly.
The cat finished its preliminaries and curled up in a tight ball between my cheek and shoulder. His fur smelled of fresh grass.
Where the heck am I? I thought.

While my confusion percolated, I recalled the glaringly Freudian elements of my dream. Banana oracle, indeed, I thought. Wherever I was, I was obviously under the influence of considerable sexual tension. Despite a weakness that bordered on bonelessness, I managed to lift my head and look around, past the cat slumbering deeply now. Just beyond my comforter covered toes I could make out the misty mountain of laundry that had erupted, volcano-like, from my bedroom floor.
As my eyes focused, I noticed that my clothes were covered in leafy green palm-fronds.

Whose room is this? And why are the shelves lined with empty beer bottles? I sat up and took a long, deep breath and recognized the hot tangy air of the jungle. This was not my room.

I cautiously manuvered through the room to the window. It became much clearer. Peering from high atop a palace in an onion-shaped dome, I realized I had been taken to the home of the Banana Oracle.

From the edge of the narrow clearing surrounding the palace, the thick green jungle stretched out around me as far as my eye could see. Huge multicolored birds darted from branch to branch far below me, the sound of their hysterical squawking floating up faintly. The sky was a brilliant deep cloudless blue. Though beautiful, the surrealness of it was dizzying, disturbing. I stepped away from the window quickly, sucking in my breath.

The cat woke up and padded over to where I stood, looked up at me with friendly slitted eyes and miaowed questioningly. "I'm okay, kitty," I said. "I think..."

Then it occurred to me... Where was everyone else? Was I completely alone? What or who had brought me here?
A soft knock sounded at the door.

"Ahh, you are awake." It was a man tall dark skin wearing some sort of mask. I couldn't see as the sun was shinning all around him casting his shadow over me. "Its almost time for the ceremony."

The tall man stepped sideways and the fierce sunlight poured in upon me. Momentarily blinded, I reeled, and in turning, a deep fatigue settled upon me. Staggering to the wall, deperate for any kind of support, I pressed my forehead to the relative coolness of the whitewash and breathed hard. Slowly returning to my senses, I opened my eyes and saw a name had been crudely scratched into the wall. "Spengler!" I gasped. "Spengler!.... here?"

"No," said the tall man solemly. "It is a warning of what is to come." Find strength with those who have warned you - in those who will stand with you. For you'll need it, because Spengler's coming is for only one reason." says the tall man as his eyes dart around the room suspiciously. "He is coming for you."

Waking up with a pain that made the sun feel like a river...she reached up and touched her bloodied forhead.

"What is that faint smell?" I wondered. I saw kitty walk by confidently with tail held high. The tall man was gone now, but there was an increasingly more powerful smell in the room. A mixture of freesia, baked potato and gym socks. I had smelled that smelly smell before. It was Bobby Spengler's PE clothes. Pimply faced Bobby Spengler.

The door creaked open. There was Bobby wearing a T-Shirt that read Metallica - On The Couch - National Tour 2007, Hawaiian-print shorts, and a vacant grin. "Hello, Pimples," he said, vaguely, and swung the videocamera up to his eye. The red light blinked on. "Go ahead, make some kinda smart remark now!"

[brightpearl]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water.

It is only this water that will persuade the banana oracle to reveal the answers we so desperately need to keep our peoples from descending into a battle that will forever divide us, and potentially end life as we know it forever.

It conspired against us, the jungle, full of buzzing sounds and bites and broken bamboo-mantled limbs, but we could see her glowing burn, we thought, so hopeful we pressed on.

From behind the line of us, I could hear the doctor. His frightful bellowing slid thick between my temples. As he started in on a fifth verse of "Me And My Monkey," I thought I might curse him where he stood...however, he was the only man on the island who could save us apart from the mighty oracle.

Then it occured to me--just as he was obnoxiously blaring into the sixth verse--"Oh Mighty Monkey, hide thee not from me--Most perniscious primate, I seek thee in the bao-bao tree"---"THAT'S IT!!!," I yelled. The others stopped, startled by my outburst.

There was a humid pause filled only with the faint continuous sound of insects. Finally: "What?" said Nadir, our guide, wiping at the ever-present slick of sweat on his forehead. I stared back at them blankly, suddenly aware that my skin had become sickeningly dry and hot. My momentary hallucination, it seemed, was the precursor to heat stroke induced unconsciousness. I fell at Nadir's feet and darkness engulfed me.

A loud snurfling sound, raucous purring, and a wet nose in my ear sent warm ticklesome sensations through my body. I opened my eyes and beheld the largest, plushest Chausie I'd ever seen, dark gold fur softly glowing, enthusiastically kneading the fabric of the comforter around my shoulder. "Hello there," I tried to say, but all that came out was a weak breathy high sound. I tried to lift my head but could only manage to turn it slightly.
The cat finished its preliminaries and curled up in a tight ball between my cheek and shoulder. His fur smelled of fresh grass.
Where the heck am I? I thought.

While my confusion percolated, I recalled the glaringly Freudian elements of my dream. Banana oracle, indeed, I thought. Wherever I was, I was obviously under the influence of considerable sexual tension. Despite a weakness that bordered on bonelessness, I managed to lift my head and look around, past the cat slumbering deeply now. Just beyond my comforter covered toes I could make out the misty mountain of laundry that had erupted, volcano-like, from my bedroom floor.
As my eyes focused, I noticed that my clothes were covered in leafy green palm-fronds.

Whose room is this? And why are the shelves lined with empty beer bottles? I sat up and took a long, deep breath and recognized the hot tangy air of the jungle. This was not my room.

I cautiously manuvered through the room to the window. It became much clearer. Peering from high atop a palace in an onion-shaped dome, I realized I had been taken to the home of the Banana Oracle.

From the edge of the narrow clearing surrounding the palace, the thick green jungle stretched out around me as far as my eye could see. Huge multicolored birds darted from branch to branch far below me, the sound of their hysterical squawking floating up faintly. The sky was a brilliant deep cloudless blue. Though beautiful, the surrealness of it was dizzying, disturbing. I stepped away from the window quickly, sucking in my breath.

The cat woke up and padded over to where I stood, looked up at me with friendly slitted eyes and miaowed questioningly. "I'm okay, kitty," I said. "I think..."

Then it occurred to me... Where was everyone else? Was I completely alone? What or who had brought me here?
A soft knock sounded at the door.

"Ahh, you are awake." It was a man tall dark skin wearing some sort of mask. I couldn't see as the sun was shinning all around him casting his shadow over me. "Its almost time for the ceremony."

The tall man stepped sideways and the fierce sunlight poured in upon me. Momentarily blinded, I reeled, and in turning, a deep fatigue settled upon me. Staggering to the wall, deperate for any kind of support, I pressed my forehead to the relative coolness of the whitewash and breathed hard. Slowly returning to my senses, I opened my eyes and saw a name had been crudely scratched into the wall. "Spengler!" I gasped. "Spengler!.... here?"

"No," said the tall man solemly. "It is a warning of what is to come." Find strength with those who have warned you - in those who will stand with you. For you'll need it, because Spengler's coming is for only one reason." says the tall man as his eyes dart around the room suspiciously. "He is coming for you."

Waking up with a pain that made the sun feel like a river...she reached up and touched her bloodied forhead.

"What is that faint smell?" I wondered. I saw kitty walk by confidently with tail held high. The tall man was gone now, but there was an increasingly more powerful smell in the room. A mixture of freesia, baked potato and gym socks. I had smelled that smelly smell before. It was Bobby Spengler's PE clothes. Pimply faced Bobby Spengler.

The door creaked open. There was Bobby wearing a T-Shirt that read Metallica - On The Couch - National Tour 2007, Hawaiian-print shorts, and a vacant grin. "Hello, Pimples," he said, vaguely, and swung the videocamera up to his eye. The red light blinked on. "Go ahead, make some kinda smart remark now!"

"I'll never understand people who claim their favorite pudding is tapioca," I said.

[Pixie Cherries]

Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.

The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water.

It is only this water that will persuade the banana oracle to reveal the answers we so desperately need to keep our peoples from descending into a battle that will forever divide us, and potentially end life as we know it forever.

It conspired against us, the jungle, full of buzzing sounds and bites and broken bamboo-mantled limbs, but we could see her glowing burn, we thought, so hopeful we pressed on.

From behind the line of us, I could hear the doctor. His frightful bellowing slid thick between my temples. As he started in on a fifth verse of "Me And My Monkey," I thought I might curse him where he stood...however, he was the only man on the island who could save us apart from the mighty oracle.

Then it occured to me--just as he was obnoxiously blaring into the sixth verse--"Oh Mighty Monkey, hide thee not from me--Most perniscious primate, I seek thee in the bao-bao tree"---"THAT'S IT!!!," I yelled. The others stopped, startled by my outburst.

There was a humid pause filled only with the faint continuous sound of insects. Finally: "What?" said Nadir, our guide, wiping at the ever-present slick of sweat on his forehead. I stared back at them blankly, suddenly aware that my skin had become sickeningly dry and hot. My momentary hallucination, it seemed, was the precursor to heat stroke induced unconsciousness. I fell at Nadir's feet and darkness engulfed me.

A loud snurfling sound, raucous purring, and a wet nose in my ear sent warm ticklesome sensations through my body. I opened my eyes and beheld the largest, plushest Chausie I'd ever seen, dark gold fur softly glowing, enthusiastically kneading the fabric of the comforter around my shoulder. "Hello there," I tried to say, but all that came out was a weak breathy high sound. I tried to lift my head but could only manage to turn it slightly.
The cat finished its preliminaries and curled up in a tight ball between my cheek and shoulder. His fur smelled of fresh grass.
Where the heck am I? I thought.

While my confusion percolated, I recalled the glaringly Freudian elements of my dream. Banana oracle, indeed, I thought. Wherever I was, I was obviously under the influence of considerable sexual tension. Despite a weakness that bordered on bonelessness, I managed to lift my head and look around, past the cat slumbering deeply now. Just beyond my comforter covered toes I could make out the misty mountain of laundry that had erupted, volcano-like, from my bedroom floor.
As my eyes focused, I noticed that my clothes were covered in leafy green palm-fronds.

Whose room is this? And why are the shelves lined with empty beer bottles? I sat up and took a long, deep breath and recognized the hot tangy air of the jungle. This was not my room.

I cautiously manuvered through the room to the window. It became much clearer. Peering from high atop a palace in an onion-shaped dome, I realized I had been taken to the home of the Banana Oracle.

From the edge of the narrow clearing surrounding the palace, the thick green jungle stretched out around me as far as my eye could see. Huge multicolored birds darted from branch to branch far below me, the sound of their hysterical squawking floating up faintly. The sky was a brilliant deep cloudless blue. Though beautiful, the surrealness of it was dizzying, disturbing. I stepped away from the window quickly, sucking in my breath.

The cat woke up and padded over to where I stood, looked up at me with friendly slitted eyes and miaowed questioningly. "I'm okay, kitty," I said. "I think..."

Then it occurred to me... Where was everyone else? Was I completely alone? What or who had brought me here?
A soft knock sounded at the door.

"Ahh, you are awake." It was a man tall dark skin wearing some sort of mask. I couldn't see as the sun was shinning all around him casting his shadow over me. "Its almost time for the ceremony."

The tall man stepped sideways and the fierce sunlight poured in upon me. Momentarily blinded, I reeled, and in turning, a deep fatigue settled upon me. Staggering to the wall, deperate for any kind of support, I pressed my forehead to the relative coolness of the whitewash and breathed hard. Slowly returning to my senses, I opened my eyes and saw a name had been crudely scratched into the wall. "Spengler!" I gasped. "Spengler!.... here?"

"No," said the tall man solemly. "It is a warning of what is to come." Find strength with those who have warned you - in those who will stand with you. For you'll need it, because Spengler's coming is for only one reason." says the tall man as his eyes dart around the room suspiciously. "He is coming for you."

Waking up with a pain that made the sun feel like a river...she reached up and touched her bloodied forhead.

"What is that faint smell?" I wondered. I saw kitty walk by confidently with tail held high. The tall man was gone now, but there was an increasingly more powerful smell in the room. A mixture of freesia, baked potato and gym socks. I had smelled that smelly smell before. It was Bobby Spengler's PE clothes. Pimply faced Bobby Spengler.

The door creaked open. There was Bobby wearing a T-Shirt that read Metallica - On The Couch - National Tour 2007, Hawaiian-print shorts, and a vacant grin. "Hello, Pimples," he said, vaguely, and swung the videocamera up to his eye. The red light blinked on. "Go ahead, make some kinda smart remark now!"

"I'll never understand people who claim their favorite pudding is tapioca," I said.

Bobby Spengler froze. He slowly lowered his menacing camera. "Now you've done it. The banana oracle heard that. Your ass is his." Bobby said placing particular stress on the s's in ass and his.

"Go ahead. Take me to your banana oracle!" I said in my finest inspector Clouseau dialect. "I have skills for this ba-na-na oricle."

Three minutes later I trailed down a long hallway behind Bobby, trying to avoid his smelly smell of baked potato, freesia and old gym socks. Soon we reached a banana bunch shaped portal. Inside was the oracle. Bobby stepped through and to the left. I came in and saw