Word of the Day

You might not know this, but I like to write. A LOT.

I love words, I love the way they feel in my mouth when I speak, the flavor that they produce. A bouquet of words, so fragrant and rich with meanings and synonyms! They are like a fancy feast laid out before me! A starving woman stuffing my face full of verbs and adjectives, nouns and homonyms!

Anyway, now that I'm done gushing about words, here is a list of what words I have done so far. Not very many as you can see, because I only started this practice on the first of this month. I have been doing this a whole week!

April 1st: Verbosity (the perfect way to begin anything having to do with being wordy)
April 2nd: Protean
April 3rd: Redemption (This was inspired by Gackt!)
April 4th: Abecedarian (I borrowed this from a book I read)
April 5th: Sequester
April 6th: Juxtaposition (Donnie likes to pick hard words for me.)
April 7th: Precocious (Today's Word!)

What I do for the word of the day is this:
I pick a word.
Define it.
Get a sample sentence for it.
Write out a paragraph involving the word.

Would you like to read the paragraphs I wrote for my words of the day?

Verbosity
God's penis, Boris, had a penchant for verbosity. He rambled, he chattered and he generally drove everyone in the vicinity crazy. His superfluous word usage eventually drove God to drastic measures. He decided to cut off Boris' lips therefore preventing him from speaking anymore. He performed the first circumcision and then dictated to Abraham that everyone should have one. This craze caught on and penises everywhere were forever silenced.

Protean
The protean woman glanced all around before slipping into something a little more comfortable. Comfortable being, in this case, a white jade version of Venus de Milo holding a pink jasper platypus. Her next shape might be an amoebic giraffe or Michelangelo's David or a lipstick lesbian! Anything was possible! Thank God for big vats of toxic waste. She just knew she would be the next big thing, perhaps literally!

Redemption
Her redemption came in the form of a kiss. A tender kiss, full of questions and hope. When it was over she felt quenched, atoned, thirsty for more. The desire to be kissed like that again overwhelmed her senses. The caress of skin on skin, tentatively tasting tongue and teeth, it drove her crazy. One redeeming kiss that cost her soul.

Abecedarian
An abecedarian, Little Timmy was so proud of his most recent accomplishments. Feeling awfully clever, Little Timmy went to show his mother how well he had memorized his ABC's. He could now spell cat and hat, bat and flat. What a marvelous thing the alphabet was! When he got home he proudly showed his mother a list of words he had learned. Maybe he'll learn someday why his mother turned so red when she got to the words that ended with "uck".

Sequester
"To sequester yourself within these battlements is the safest choice, your highness." The bombs whistled through the air all around them. The Queen was seated astride her horse, a claymore glinting at her side.
"No," she replied. "I will not sequester myself away from danger when I should be amongst my men." The battlefield does not know the difference between royal blood and common; it willingly consumes both.

Juxtaposition
The juxtaposition of the chess pieces caused quite a stir inside the young photographer. He had not had them like that before. The contrast was stunning, really. White Queen and Red, facing one another with only a black line dividing them. His mind conjured white roses stained with blood, an army trampling them beneath heavy feet. He photgraphed the intensity of what did not exist, even in juxtaposition.

I have not yet written my paragraph for Precocious, but when I do it will be posted.

Also, just for the heck of it, two limericks I randomly wrote whilst writing my paragraphs for two words. One for Protean and one for Abecedarian. The protean limerick isn't that good, but I rather like the abecedarian one.

Protean
There once was a protean schmuck
who preferred veal to duck
an amoeba complexion
caused quite a distraction
and ended the poor fellow's luck.

Abecedarian
An abecedarian librarian
fucked a septuagenarian
She made quite a fuss
when his cum was but dust
So she married a girl named Marian.

All for now. Will write more later!!
Sarai is OUT!

I thought Love was a Myth

Okay so this is crazy because I am going to post randomly. I'm not posting any pictures or recipes or videos or news. Just Sarai. You need a pure dose of Sarai every now then when it isn't intertwined with news, pictures, recipes or videos to stay alive. Bet you didn't know that.

So I am completely insane. You probably figured that out by now. And I have nothing interesting to relate, because I am ENTIRELY TOO BORED with the internet and the world right now.

I dream about seeing the Eiffel Tower in the Autumn. Starry red and gold leaves cascading to the ground and the scent of a café. I want to stand underneath it while it rains and watching the people running for safety.

I think about our world, how it is deteriorating and all the wildlife that is slowly disappearing into the oblivion of legend. It isn't fair.

I hate how people disregard history, how they forget and ignore it. I hate how we just let historical sites fall into disrepair and then it has to be demolished.

I have fallen in love with a dying man, as we are all dying of the human condition. I am dying, you are dying. The world is ending. But I don't think it will end in 2012, just so you know.

I believe in mermaids and unicorns and ghosts. I believe in the stars as they dance above me, I wish they could hear me.

Do the ones we love look down on us after they are gone? Are we re-incarnated or do we just fade out, like a candle at the end of its wick? I hope I am re-incarnated as a flower. An unobtrusive and beautiful flower like a tiny calla lily hidden by stones near a quiet stream. Doesn't that sound perfect?

I want to see the ocean under a violent sky.

I love it when it snows, but I wish it was warmer. I miss the flowers, like the sun misses them in winter. Beauty is cold, you know? It is you know.

I love giraffes. I have an affinity for strange and awkward animals. Like porcupines and platypi and narwhals and giraffes and penguins. Admittedly, who doesn't love a cute little penguin?

Well I'm getting ready to head out of here. Have to go eat with my friend. So I hope you have enjoyed just me. I am going to write more eventually about more interesting things than what I have been rambling about here.

Sarai

Random Obsessions...

Current mood: Chipper

You may often think to yourself (when you are watching the show), What the hell is wrong with us... Well here are a few other things you might wonder about:

What is up with Sarai's obsession with the Platypus? She brings it up quite often...

Sarai's Response?

How can you resist something that fucking cute?!




Seriously?! Just look at those cute little bills and those adorable little claws and that funny little tail and you should know why Sarai is a lover of them.

Besides, her love is pure, kind of like Shawn Spencer's love of Pineapples on the show Psych.
And who can blame him, Pineapples are pretty frickin' amazing.


Then of course there is Pomegranate's obsession with K-Pop. Once again we would like to point out the following:





















We dare you to find someone cuter!! Okay, well there are some that are cuter, well not really cute but HOT! That brings us to the obsession with J-Rock... Well, We just can't help that.











And, for the record, Sarai would like to say that she DOES not HAVE an ADDICTION to KOREAN DRAMAS. None whatsoever.

So, from a purple cloud somewhere in the south-eastern-northern hemisphere of St. Johnny's (Depp that is) mind, we of the Crazy Show are OVER AND OUT!!

J-Rock Wizard of Oz (Chapter Thirteen)

Current mood: Crazy

Chapter Thirteen: Getting back Home Again


“So, I hear you have brought me the Button.” Said the booming voice.


“Yes, we killed her with tofu. Who knew something so delicious could be so deadly.” Said Sarai, shrugging her shoulders. The rest of the group looked at her as if she had lost her marbles, then focused their attention back on the wizard’s voice.


“Good. Well, come back in a few weeks and I’ll let you know if I’ll help you.”


“What?!” cried Pomme. “We went through all that trouble and you aren’t even going to help us?! You bastard.”


Just then Sarai noticed a curtain. Behind this curtain stood a shadow. A shadow with very eccentric hair, sticking out at all angles. Tip-toeing over she pulled back the curtain to reveal a short man, well obviously he was taller than Sarai, but shorter than everyone else in the room.


“Who are you?” demanded the group in unison.


“Why, I’m the wizard.” Replied the man.


“You don’t look like a wizard to me. Well, you do have the crazy hair down I suppose. Though, are wizards supposed to have that shade of orange in their hair?” said Pomme.


“What’s wrong with Orange?” asked the man indignantly.


“Nothing. Who are?” replied Sarai hastily.


“I’m Ruki. The wizard of J-Rock.”


“And you aren’t going to help us get home even though we just almost got eaten by a psycho bitch obsessed with shoes?” asked Sarai.


“No. I’m not. Because I don’t know how. You see, I lied. I’m not really the Wizard of J-Rock. I just pretend that I am. So far nobody has disputed my claim to the Wizard-hood, so I’m fine. I can’t help you get home at all. I’m a terrible person.” With this Ruki hung his head in shame and scuffed his shoes on the floor.


“Well if you aren’t the Wizard who is? And why did you want Twink’s button? And how the hell are we supposed to get home?” asked Pomme.


“Actually, you’ve already met the wizard. The wizard is hide. I wanted Twink’s button because it controls the flying platypi and, seriously, who doesn’t want an army of flying platypi at their disposal? And as to how you are to get home you will have to ask hide. I have no answers.” With this Ruki took the button and disappeared leaving the group alone to contemplate what he had said.


“Now, we’ll never get home.” Cried Pomme, slumping down against a wall.


“It’s okay Pomme, we’ll figure something out. Maybe we can find where hide has band practice and make him tell us how to get home.” Replied Sarai, leaning over to hug Pomme.


As the guys all slumped against the wall to hug the girls a bright pink bubble appeared in the middle of the room. With a burst of pink light hide appeared.


“So, I heard you still haven’t figured out how to use the magic in the shoes. I thought you were smart enough, but apparently not.” hide crouched down in front of Pomme, lighting a cigarette. “Don’t cry. I’ll tell you how to get home. You’ll need to stand up though.”


“Are you kidding? I don’t know if I can get up!” said Pomme, using Sarai and Gackt to boost her upward. “Okay, what do I do to get home?”


“Click your heels and whisper ‘There’s no place like Japan, There’s no place like Japan’ and you’ll be home. Oh and you sprinkle this pink spider glitter on yourselves.”


“And you couldn’t tell us that at the beginning why?!” cried Sarai.


“Well that wouldn’t have been any fun now would it? I knew you guys would make it, it was just fun to watch. I have a big screen crystal square and it gets great reception on you guys.”


“Wow. That was kind of a dick move, dude.” Said Pomme. She turned toward Sarai and the guys and gave a half smile. “Well, I guess it’s time to say our good-byes.”


First she hugged Yo, then Miyavi and finally Gackt.


“I think I’ll miss you most of all.” She whispered.


“What was that?” asked Yo and Miyavi.


“Nothing. Innocent, I’m innocent!” giggled Pomme, giving everyone another hug. After her second hug, Pomme flung some of the glitter into the air so that it settled on her and Sarai.


“AH!” exclaimed Yo. “You got some in my fur! Do you know how hard it is to glitter out of fur?! Fuck!”


“Oops. Sorry Yo!” said Pomme, trying to stifle a giggle. “Well Sarai, hug everyone so we can get out of here. I have had enough of these shoes!”


“Fine, fine.” Said Sarai. She then proceeded to hug Gackt, Miyavi and lastly Yo.


“You know, I was thinking. Maybe if I kissed you, you would turn back into a prince.” With that Sarai kissed Yo’s cheek. Lo and behold the magic worked and Yoshiki was turned back into a handsome prince.


“Thank You.” He said. “We will never ever forget you.”


With a few tears and a few more hugs, the girls held each other’s hands, closed their eyes, clicked their heels and whispered.


“Um, aren’t you forgetting the glitter?” said hide.


“We just did the glitter!” said Pomme.


“Well you need more of it! God, got to do everything myself.” Replied hide, snatching the glitter he flung it all over the girls.


When they opened their eyes, they were in the abandoned house they had ridden to the world of J-Rock, unharmed and full of wonder at their adventures.


When they finally made their way back to Auntie Fawn’s they were both given a severe scolding and several hugs.


“Oh, Auntie Fawn,” said Pomme. “I had the most wonderful dream and met the most wonderful people. And now I know, there is no place like Japan.”


THE END

J-Rock Wizard of Oz (Chapter Eleven)

Current mood: Artistic

Chapter Eleven: Finding the Wicked Bitch of the West


After they had helped Trent feed the exotic animals, and Sarai almost got eaten by the lesbian tiger (and not in a good way mind you), Trent kept his promise and gave them food and a place to sleep. The next morning, he gave them a good meal and a map to the Bitch’s castle. Wishing them good luck he gently shoved them out the door and into the Forest of Screeching Fan-girls.


“How far does the map say the castle is from here?” whispered Pomme, clinging to Gackt’s arm.


“Um, a long ways. Dude, I don’t even friggin’ know how to read a map!” exclaimed Sarai, shoving the map at Yo.


“It says we are about 15 miles from the castle. That’s not far.”


“Oh my god, my feet are going to fall off, I swear.” Cried Pomme.


“Do you suppose the fan-girls will come out and devour our souls?” asked Miyavi, shaking a little as he aimed his shovel.


“Fan-girls don’t eat souls, silly. They’ll just kiss you until you die of dehydration. It’s a bit messy though. Dehydration that is, kissing is nice.” Replied Sarai, pushing the shovel back down to Miyavi’s side.


“They are right where I want them.” Whispered Twink to Hiroto. She looked again into the crystal triangle, then pressed her “Meat is Murder” button.


Immediately a horde of flying platypi filled the sky, robotic arms affixed to their bodies so that they could grasp and carry things. Hiroto prepared his miniature flying contraption and awaited his orders.


“Bring me the girls, do what you like with the others, but make sure the girls are brought to me alive. I need them alive so I can get the shoes off intact. Now fly, FLY!”


With a loud woosh, the horde of platypi took off, following the lead of their leader, Hiroto the flying chipmunk.


Meanwhile, the group had stopped for a break, snacking on some of the food Trent had packed for them. The sky above them began to darken as it filled with screaming platypi.


“Oh shit, not again!” screamed Pomme.


“Save Pomme, she has the shoes!” cried Sarai, pushing Gackt and Yo toward Pomme and grabbing Miyavi’s shovel. She began to swing the shovel back and forth so as to hit the platypi, but was quickly overwhelmed and swept up by big robotic arms.


“Sarai!” screamed Pomme, trying to escape the guys’ arms to try and rescue her friend.


Quickly the swarm was upon them, clawing and tearing the men off of Pomme and dragging her up into the sky. Just as quickly hordes of screaming fan-girls came rushing out of the forest to help the platypi, dragging the men to their nests buried deep in the darkness.


“No!” cried Pomme. “Guys! Oh god, I’m afraid of heights! Oh god, oh god!” And with that, she was swept away with Sarai to the Wicked Bitch’s Castle.


Once they arrived at the castle they were immediately taken into custody by the Bitch’s loyal fan-girls. They separated Sarai and Pomme, shoving Sarai into a large wicker coffin and Pomme into a dismal dungeon.


With a flash of stupidity and sexually transmitted disease, Twink appeared to Pomme.


“So, my pretty, you want to give me those shoes now?” she said, munching on some half cooked steak.


“First of all, that is disgusting. Secondly, hell no. What have you done with my Sarai?”


“Oh, she’ll be fine, as long as you give me the shoes. If you don’t, I’ll have her and her wicker coffin thrown into the river to drown. So, what will it be? Living Sarai or Dead Sarai?”


“That’s not fair!” screamed Pomme. “You can’t kill a living being over a pair of shoes!”


“Oh, but I can! And I will if you don’t hand them over.” Twink made a signal for Sarai in her wicker coffin to be brought into the room.


“Don’t do it Pomme! Don’t give her the shoes. hide told you that they were magical, don’t take them off!” screamed Sarai, fighting against the wicker.


“But she’ll kill you!” cried Pomme, fighting back tears and the urge to rip those, now, hateful shoes off of her feet. “Take the shoes, just don’t kill my Toto!”


“I AM NOT YOUR TOTO!” screamed Sarai, tearing at the wicker with her non-existent nails.


“Good, good.” Exclaimed Twink, but as she reached for the shoes a guitar chord played causing her to be flung back in shock.


“I’m sorry!” cried Pomme. “It wasn’t my fault, I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt Sarai!”


Recovering from her shock, Twink turned to the fan-girls.


“Take her and drown her in the river.”


Just as she proclaimed Sarai’s death sentence, Sarai broke through the wicker and ran. Running with all of her might she fled the castle and found her way back to the forest of screaming fan-girls.


“Gackt? Miyavi? Yo? Anyone who isn’t a psychotic fan-girl who will tear me limb from limb?” whispered Sarai. In the darkness she heard a low moan coming from under a pile of brush.


Underneath the pile was Miyavi, one straw arm dangling helplessly at his side. A few feet away was Yo, draped over a tree branch, some blood on his face and a couple of yards from them was Gackt, tied to a tree.


“Oh my god! What did they do to you?!” cried Sarai, running to help her friends.


“Well they thought that since I was only made of straw it wouldn’t hurt anything to tear me apart!” cried Miyavi, clumsily standing and trying to fix his arm.


“They decided that because I was only a lion I didn’t matter and they left me to be eaten by the flying platypi.” Said Yo, finding enough strength to remove himself from the tree’s woody embrace and stumble over to help Miyavi with his arm.


“They apparently decided that I would be a sacrifice to their goddess’ lusts and tied me here so I wouldn’t escape.” Said Gackt as Sarai began to untie him.


“Twink has Pomme and I don’t know what will happen if we don’t get there in time. We have to hurry.” And with great urgency the group took off toward Twink’s castle to rescue their beloved Pomegranate.

J-Rock Wizard of Oz (Chapter Ten)

Current mood: Awake

Chapter Ten: An Impossibly Possible Mission

Inside the Wizard’s castle it was quite dark, the hall only lit by tiny electric candles. There were very tall windows, but they were draped with heavy black curtains to block out even the tiniest light from outside the building.

“How are we going to find the wizard from here?” whispered Pomme.

“I have no clue, but we’ll find him. It couldn’t possibly be…” started Sarai.

“You know, every time you say it couldn’t possibly be that hard it turns out to be, so just be quiet.” Exclaimed Pomme.

“Sh!” complained the group.

They skipped down the hallway, trying to find a way to the wizard. At one point they stopped at the end of another excruciatingly long hallway, waiting a moment to figure everything out.

“So, what do you think you’re doing here?” asked a voice behind them. Upon hearing this voice they all jumped and turned around to discover a tall man with glasses, dressed like a guard, directly behind them.

“What are you doing here?” repeated the man.

“Um, we are here to help the Wizard.” said Pomme.

“With what? I wasn’t notified of any assistance being needed.” Replied the man.

“We are his hairstylists.” Sarai piped up.

“His hairstylists? This late? Why?”

“Well, have you seen his hair recently?” scoffed Pomme.

“What are your names?” asked the Man, trying to look very stern, but clearly getting bored.

“I’m Pomegranate, this is Sarai, Miyavi, Gackt and Yo.”

“Pomegranate? Your name is Pomegranate?” the man stifled a guffaw.

“Yes it is. You have a problem with that?”

“Nope, just laughing at your name meaning Cursed Evil Fruit. Follow me.” With a quick turn the man began to escort the group down a nearby hallway.

“What’s your name? If you don’t mind my asking?” said Sarai, catching up with the man.

“Trent.”

“Do you like working for the wizard, Trent?” asked Gackt.

“Not really. I mean I spend my entire time trying to figure out who is a guy and who is a girl that I just continuously feel like I’m getting penis wagged in my face.”

Sarai and Pomme stifled a giggle, both of them turning bright red.

“Did he just say what I think he just said?” whispered Pomme, pulling Sarai back behind the group of men.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he did.” Giggled Sarai.

After a short while, Trent led the group into the receiving room of the castle. Directing them toward some seats he quietly exited and was gone for about ten minutes before returning for the group.

“He says he will see you, though he doesn’t recall sending for you guys.” At this Trent shrugged and led the group into the throne room where he then promptly left closing the large and ornate doors loudly behind him.

“So,” a loud voice boomed. “You are not my real hairstylists. Why have you come here?”

“If it please your wizardness,” began Pomme “We were told to come to here by hide, the good witch or fairy or whatever he is of the North. At least I think it was the North.”

“Ah, so hide sent you, did he. Where is your proof?” asked the voice.

“Well, they are on my feet. Unfortunately. Do you know how much of a pain it is to try and run from flying platypi in nine inch electric blue heels?” replied Pomme.

“No, but I can imagine it would be rather hard.” Said the voice. “So you have the shoes of the Wicked Bitch of the East. Anything else?”

“Nope, that’s about it.” Said Sarai.

“What is it that you want exactly?” asked the voice.

“We want to go home,” said Pomme, pointing at herself and Sarai. “I don’t know what they want, I think they just came along for the cute factor.”

“Hmm, interesting. Well, for you to get home you need to complete a task for me.”

“What might that be?” asked Sarai, worry creeping up her spine.

“Oh nothing to big. I just need the Wicked Bitch of the West’s ‘Meat is Murder’ button.” Replied the voice.

“But to get that we would have to coming in touching distance of her!” cried an outraged Gackt. “And who in their right mind wants to do that?!”

“SILENCE!” commanded the voice, booming so loud that the room shook, knocking Pomme off her heels and onto her ass.

“You must bring me the button or else you go directly to the police. Do it and I will help you get home.” Then the voice faded and refused to answer any other questions.

“Well shit.” Said Sarai, helping Pomme back up to her feet. “What do we do now?”

“I guess we go to find the Bitch’s castle and get that button. Or else you guys will be stuck here.” Said Yoshiki, fiddling with his tail. “Truth be told guys I don’t want you to go. We could just find a nice abandoned cottage somewhere and live happily ever after. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“I’d be up for it, but who would feed Shakespeare?” said Sarai.

“Shakespeare?” asked Gackt, Yo and Miyavi in unison.

“Her creepy snake.” Replied Pomme.

“He is NOT creepy. He is a magnificent albino king cobra that I got while visiting a cousin of mine in India.” Said Sarai, getting slightly huffy.

“Your parents let you have a COBRA?!” exclaimed Yo.

“Well, no. I don’t have any parents. And besides, I’m an adult, I can take care of myself thank you. I’ve never been bitten.” Replied Sarai.

“Okay, for your own safety I’m afraid we’ll have to either keep you here or go back with you.” Said Gackt.

“Okay, enough of this chit-chat. We have to get to the Wicked Bitch’s castle and we don’t even know where it is!” said Miyavi.

“Not only that, but I’m starving and exhausted!” said Pomme. “We haven’t slept almost since we got here, except for passing out and being trapped in the Pink Room at the Welcome center!”

“I agree with Pomme. We need to find a place to sleep and get some food.” Said Yo, being the adult of the group.

“I think I can help you with that!” said a voice. They turned around and found Trent standing by the ornate doors. “I can actually help you find the Bitch’s castle too. I have a map. I’ll give you guys some food and a place to sleep tonight if you will do me a favor.”

“What’s the favor?” asked Pomme with trepidation.

“I need someone to help me with feed the animals around here before we all go to bed.”

“Oh well that shouldn’t be…” started Sarai.

“Don’t even THINK about finishing that sentence, Sarai.” Interrupted the rest of the group.

“How many animals are there?” asked Gackt.

“Only five. One man-eating rabbit, one lesbian tiger, one de-winged flying platypi, a fire-breathing cow and a unicorn.”

“I’m not even going to ask how you got these animals.” Said Pomme.

“Can I have the tiger?!” quipped Sarai.

“Hell No!” exclaimed Yo and with that they followed Trent to the animal houses.

J-Rock Wizard of Oz (Chapter Eight)

Current mood: Amused

Chapter Eight: Finding the City, Past the Poppies

“Damn them!” screamed Twink as she stared into her giant crystal triangle. “They should have died by now, but they are still going toward the city. At this rate they will find the city and meet the Wizard and it’ll be Goodbye Magical Shoes. Must come up with a plan.”

“Excuse me, your Wickedness.” Said a timid voice.

“What is it now?!” roared Twink, turning on a small, nervous chipmunk.

“Well, it’s just that I think I know what you should do.” Replied the chipmunk, shrinking back.

“What is that?”

“The field of Poppies. The one about two miles outside of the Pink Star City. You could use some of your magic on it to stop them.”

Twink pondered this a moment, then gingerly patted the chipmunk’s head.

“Good job, Hiroto. You won’t be eaten after all. Go, fetch all the flying platypi and prepare them. If this doesn’t work, I will be needing them.”

With that, the chipmunk scampered off and Twink began to prepare the spell to terrorize our young heroes.

Meanwhile, the group was exhausted, walking on very little sleep and sore feet. They finally stopped for a break about a mile away from the field of Poppies Twink and Hiroto had been discussing.

These poppies were not like the poppies we know, these poppies were J-Rock poppies, meaning that they were already magical on their own. Twink was going to twist their magic and use it against the adventurers. The field of poppies stretched for several miles in either direction, just rows and rows of beautiful bright red flowers. Within each flower was a single tear-shaped black pearl that could protect you from harm, disguising you and even turning you invisible.

After a short rest, the group began to enter into the field of poppies. As they got a little bit further in, Pomme, Sarai and Yo began to feel very ill. When they looked pieces of them were missing. Pomme could see through her stomach, Sarai was missing her legs and Yo couldn’t find his tail.

“Oh no! Sarai, what are we going to do?!” cried Pomme, feeling quite faint.

“I don’t know, Pomme! I don’t know! Oh god, Help!”

All of them began to cry out for help, though, as Gackt eventually pointed out, there was no one within miles to hear them. Pieces of Pomme, Sarai and Yo kept disappearing until they were nothing but talking heads lying amidst the flowers.

“What are we going to do Gackt? We can’t just let them disappear! We have to do something!” cried Miyavi.

“I don’t know what we can do! HELP! HELP!”

Just then a large shower of pink spider sparkles began to fall in the form of pink snowflakes. As the pink snow covered the group, Pomme, Sarai and Yo began to regain their bodies. Once they had all of their limbs they all hugged and ran as quickly as they could out of the field of Poppies.

As they emerged from the field they saw a huge city shaped like a giant pink star rising out of the earth.

“Look!” shouted Sarai. “The Pink Star City!”

“Let’s hurry!” exclaimed Pomme.

So they all took hands and began to skip toward the city.

“Damn it!” cried Twink, as she once again stared into her crystal triangle. “They’ve had help from that stupid hide matsumoto, Mr. Good Witch himself.”

Pacing back and forth, Twink began to formulate a new plan, one that couldn’t fail.

When they were about halfway to the city, Sarai looked up and noticed a large object flying just a short distance above their heads. Upon closer inspection, Sarai realized that it was something like the airplanes they had in Japan, only this one was slightly smaller and shaped more like a flying platypus.

"Um, guys..." Sarai stopped short and pointed. "What the hell is that?"

Pomme and the guys stopped and all looked up. Then they all began to run as the flying object dropped down and began to try to hit them. They all dove to the ground, as the flying machine pulled a "North by Northwest" move, flying scant inches above their prone bodies.

"Damn that was close. We better hurry or we aren't going to make it to the city alive!" cried Gackt, then he grabbed Sarai and Pomme's hands and dragged them up.

The flying machine swerved in the air, turning around to try and squish the adventurers. This time, it flew so low that one of the wings scooped up Pomme and Sarai, only picking up Sarai because she was holding on to Pomme like the world was going to end. As it tried to pull away, Miyavi, Gackt and Yo all grabbed hold of the back of the machine and pulled themselves up.

"Quick! Somebody take over the controls!" cried Yo, struggling to hold on. Pomme and Sarai found what looked like a cockpit and saw a Chipmunk, with a flying helmet on, steering.

"So, that's what she meant when she said she had flying platypi led by a flying chipmunk!" said Sarai.

Hiroto the chipmunk looked up at the girls and squealed, jumping up from behind the steering wheel. He then jumped out of the cockpit and pulled a chord releasing his giant parachute, so that he began to float back down to the Pink Gibson Road.

"Well, that was a dick move," said Pomme. "Now what are we going to do? I don't know how to fly anything!"

Sarai took hold of the wheel and began to pull up on it, but to no avail.

"Damn, that always works in the movies." she said.

"This isn't a movie Sarai! We are about to die horribly if we don't figure something out now!"

Then Gackt came in, some blood trickling down his lip.

"I'll do it," he said. "I used to fly things like this before I got turned into a statue." He then took the wheel and the girls scampered back up to where Miyavi and Yo were.

When they got up they saw Yo and Miyavi fighting off a dozen flying platypi, diving and swooping, trying to knock the guys down. The girls looked around for something to use as a weapon, but found nothing. Then all the sudden the flying machine did a nose dive leaving the platypi in a stream of smoke. Everyone held on tightly as the plane continued to plummet to the ground.

With a loud bang, the plane and passengers crashed through a pink glass ceiling over the city and into the middle of town. Everyone stopped to stare at the strangers in the flying machine.

"Um, Hi." said Sarai, just before she and the others passed out from exhaustion.

Sarai and the Updates!

Current mood: Amused

Hello everyone!! I hope you are all having a fantastically awesome day.

I would like to start off this blog by congratulating Miyavi and his wife, Melody, on the birth of their baby. Still no word on whether it is a boy or a girl, but from what I understand Mom and Baby are healthy. And really, that's all that matters in the long run.

I would also like to say that for today there will be no news from me and no second J-Rock Wizard of Oz chapter. I haven't finished chapter 8 yet, but it is coming along. EXPECT CRAZINESS!!

Chapter 8 may or may not include some of the following:

* Loss of limbs

* A platypus shaped air-craft

* A fight with flying platypi ON said platypus shaped air-craft

* Twink trying to use her non-existent brain to come up with a plan

* Arrival in Pink Star City

SO! That is what is going on today... Expect news tomorrow and, hopefully, chapters 8 and 9 of J-Rock Wizard of Oz. Until then,

This is Sarai and I am as out as leopard print bell-bottoms!

J-Rock Wizard of Oz (Chapter Six)

Current mood: Busy

Chapter Six: The Wicked Bitch Arrives (Again)


While on their way to the Pink Star City, the group came across a spooky forest full of mangled and mutilated trees. Hanging from the trees were huge apples shaped like baby heads. Black shadows screamed in the darkness, bodiless hands reaching out to grab them and drag them into those mangled trees.


“I don’t like this place.” Whispered Pomme.


“None of us do, but we have to keep going.” Replied Gackt, squeezing Pomme’s hand.


“Is this the part where we start chanting about lions and tigers and bears?” asked Sarai, trying to keep the mood light.


Just then, there was an explosion of bad body odor and greasy hair. Before the group stood the Wicked Bitch of the West, her hair sticking out in every direction and loaded with hair gel tested on animals. She was still wearing her “Meat is Murder” button, but had moved it to her shoulder attempting, and subsequently failing, to cover another greasy meat stain.


“So,” she said, her lips smothered with shark oil lipstick. “I see you are still trying to get to Pink Star City in my sister’s magical shoes. Why don’t you just give up now and save us both some trouble? Just hand over the shoes and I’ll let you live.”


“What are you going to do if I refuse?” said Pomme, pulling herself up to her full height.


“I’ll sic my flying platypi on you! Led by my flying chipmunk, Hiroto!”


“Platypi?” scoffed Sarai. “You’re going to sic flying platypi, led by a flying chipmunk, on us? Seriously?! That’s about as scary as my Grandma’s fake teeth!”


“What?! Their back claws are very venomous you know! And they’re a lot scarier in real life!” sputtered Twink, spitting a little as she spoke.


“Right. Well, you go ahead and do that. We’ll just keep going on our way, with your sister’s shoes. Nice seeing you again.” Replied Sarai. With that last, Sarai grabbed Pomme’s hand and began to walk away.


“You will regret this!” cried Twink. Gazing up through the disfigured trees, Twink began muttering and swaying, then she raised her hands and disappeared in a flash.


“We’ll regret what?” said Miyavi, holding onto Sarai’s arm and looking all around.


“Nothing, V. She didn’t even do anything. She is just trying to scare us into giving her the shoes. Which we aren’t going to do, because hide told us not to.” Replied Sarai.


Only, Sarai was quite wrong because Twink did do something. Out of the darkness came several low growls, growing louder and louder as they came closer to the group. Then out of the black of the forest came thousands of bodiless baby heads, growling and screaming. Throwing themselves from the trees they rolled toward the group, jagged teeth filling their mouths and venom dripping down their tiny faces. Their eyes turned completely white and they suddenly sprouted wings where their ears had been, flying at the adventurers and screaming.


“RUN!” shouted Gackt, pushing Sarai and Pomme out in front of him. Sarai jumped, still holding Pomme’s hand tightly in her own, and began to run further into the woods, trying to find an exit. Tripping behind her, Pomme attempted to run, but found herself inhibited by the magical shoes. Miyavi stumbled behind them, falling down and losing some straw.


“Come on, Miyavi! You have to get up!” cried Sarai, grabbing hold of Miyavi’s hand and dragging him to his feet. Right behind them was Gackt, trying to distract the flying heads long enough for the others to escape.


At one point Pomme tripped over her heels and tumbled to the ground. Immediately, she was swarmed by the flying baby heads, trying to eat her and poison her. Sarai, Miyavi and Gackt all kicked the heads like soccer balls and yanked Pomme to her feet, before dragging her away from the ravenous babies.


Finally, because Pomme kept falling down, Gackt and Miyavi each grabbed an arm and picked her up. Then all of them ran for their lives, further and further into the monster infested woods. Still running, they turned at a crossroad and lost the flying baby heads, only to find themselves incredibly lost in another part of the woods.