And then...

...having failed blasphemously as a novelist, she vowed never again to say "easier said than done."

And then...

...the latest scandal broke and the lyrics were changed to 'Hungaama hai kyun Barkha'.

And then?

he said he preferred a kilt, since mardangi was not his strong suit.

And then

"Boo hoo", she said and stopped crying!

And then...

...she had that syncing feeling once again as her iTunes update failed.

And then?

And then there were only two. And then two more blocks fell. And then there were none. Oh, how she had loved Tetris.

And then?

He had a mannered Oxford voice, elided words, and used the pronoun 'one' frequently.
And then?

And then...

...Annavaru passed on and oh, no, it was too early.

And then?

There was a creak of bones, an effort to wake humerus.

And then...

...a small voice of reason said 'let us cease this inane repartee', but eventually that voice of reason was squelched, as voices of reason always are and here we are again.

And Then

...after the 897,354,231st episode, America finally had more idols than India.

And then, in the distant future...

the collective digitized memories of seven bloggers, who occasionally indulged in dangled conversations, were completely wiped out by a single-bit computer error that programmers never knew existed. By then the programmers were long dead anyway.

And then, with a creaking of rusty hinges and a rattling of dusty chains, the once-thriving blog stirred from its stupor and roared. A passing fly laughed to see such fun.

And then Kurt did his bigmuff superfuzz riff and I realised that Bleach was after all not just a chemical, but also a reaction.

Aaaannnd theeeennn???

The cat refused to come back, when he found out the mice were playing a game called Dog Eat Dog.

One Morning on Mount Olympus

As he rolled the stone up the hill and watched in despair as it rolled back down, he started to cry. The gods looked down from their rangy perches and laughed. "What a cry baby. He always makes such a Sisyphus!"

And Then

the pirate captain stood out on the deck and sang a soulful tune.
Twas Blackbeard singing in the dead of night!

And then?

In a single moment of canine inspiration, she barked up the wrong tree.

And then in the chapel of bones we rolled the stones to see who dies, they came up snake's eyes I was the sacrifice such a cruel device...

She sold her feelings for a steel coffee filter and some beans. Now they're writing the sequel to Faust Book, which will no doubt be made into a deplorable film soon enough.

(Actually by Boomsa, on whose behalf I have posted this, as work beckons her like a wanton wench.)