The saga of Fire and Water

To commemorate the date of my birth under the flaming sky did gather around me mine companions and set forth on a journey. Slowly didst we meet each other each winding into the tangled skein of fate each in our own allotted time.

The many bonds of the earth represented amongst us in the form of some men wearing of half pants and women scantily clad in nylon and polyester in appealing geometric shapes.

Together did we come, in chariots, breathing hot wind and thunder down on the open plains. Only recently did my chariot which gleamed the colour of night (the black neon) cough and gasp and run ragged with despair, mimicking its colour. So did I trundle thrugh the hills and wander through the ‘magic mile’ ( actually called that ) and find a car to procure. With silver and chrome plated wheels, did set off the lightning white of my new means of travel. ( I bought a commodore that works a lot better than the neon, is white and older and cheaper and has a lot less kms)

Through the human infested concrete jungle did we pass into the more deserted lands to the southern coast, where on the horizon didst we see complex circular patterns disrupting the horizon. As we drew closer we were transfixed, it seemed… unavoidable!

Together didst the six of us prepare to assault the looming esoteric encampment that rose steeply into the sky. As we passed through the entrance way did we all declare “Wet ‘n’ Wild, we shall defeat you!”

As we bravely ventured forth trudged up many a pathway always up, into the sky, didst we encounter heavy opposition. Demons masquerading as little boys and girls pushing and shoving us. Sirens bedecked in almost nothing beckoning us. If not for our trusty female traveling companions (girlfriends) we would have been drawn astray, into the arms of doom, no doubt. Harpys and Gargoyles guarded these passenges, that seemed inevitably to contain at the end of each arduous trek, a trap, based on the element of change and mutability.

Endlessly it did seem we were caught in these contraptions, over and over again. We were sent spiraling down wet tubes and tornadoes and luckily landing safely in sparkling lagoons.

Every inch of the place we didst investigate, no evil did we find there. The traps were merely endless, and surrounded by beautiful traveling companions (girlfriends again) we came to enjoy the challenge (they had a six people raft you could take, we tried our best to rock it off the slide, almost succeeded)

Eventually we didst declare Wet’n’Wild defeated. No longer did it hold any secrets from us!