The motion carries.

A guy who can actually be remembered for WHAT he posts when he has a name like "dr_manflesh_desires_anal_play_immediately" most definitely impresses the world and all the important people in it (but maybe not the unimportant ones) and thus deserves mad chubbies.

Noooo! Cornelius! What will you do now? Nothing is worse than a tragedy that you knew nothing about.

[IMGS OFF]
She wasn't bad looking either it seems.

It was only fair to give you a chubby, after you gave out so many by posting this.

I must have had my head up my ass.

It doesn't say she died - only that she threw herself under. Perhaps Maria Von Stutz is a skilled mechanic, and the bus had sudden engine trouble. Public transportation must do its noble duty.

It wasn't like that at all.

For hours she stared into the eyes of everyone who approached hoping they would introduce themselves as "Cornelius", that man who she elevated so highly, the man she can't get off her mind. She is plagued by confusion and loneliness but has managed to convince herself that he will show up for the concert. After a few hours, when people start leaving the concert hall, she finally comes to the realization that not only will Cornelius never come for her, but that no man will ever come for her. Her life becomes meaningless. The one thing she still loves in the world has slapped her across the face, so she leaves.

She does not approach a bus with the intention of throwing herself underneath, she just finds herself in that position and realizes she has no reason to get our of the way. Stepping out of the path of the bus would be a deliberate move to continue living, which is something she can not bring herself to do.

The bus driver realizes too late what is happening. The sound of screaming brakes is followed by an ominous thud, then another as her body falls onto the rain-drenched road. Her blood forms little eddies in a nearby puddle. Her thick eyelashes bat across dry, emotionless eyes whose last sight is of a dark, empty sky.

Why did you have to write that? I just pictured Cornelius walking in real life. It was just like the teddy bears in Screamers. Now I'm going to have nightmares.

I'm laming this because something crazy happened with the apostrophes. I'm not wasting everyone's goddamn time with something they can't read.

Sure, that's really sad- but think of it from the road's point of view!

It felt the dull thump even through the endless amount of confusion and bustle that plagued it.

The infinite drops forming streams and gullies along it grew colder. The old cobblestones had always felt for the rain, being composed of a similar sort of structure- hundreds of thousands of little pieces coming together to make something that, although very large and impressive in structure, was nearly perpetually dismissed as just a commonplace happening and no more.

The cars ran along it and ground their carefully designed tires along the rough surface. Each turn and creak changed the stone trail a bit- it felt itself eroding away year by year, and knew that the ubiquitous cars would be the end of the road for the road. Turning and squealing now disrupted the normal ebb and heave of the tides of human transportation.

The sewers of Belgium rushed beneath it- pushing this way and that in the fecal tides running just below the crowded streets. The rain always the unfortunate side-effect of causing what was almost like indigestion for the road. Sloshing and churning, bubbling and crashing the sullied flow against the cramped old walls- if the road had been in the unfortunate position to have a gag reflex, there'd be shit-water everywhere.

But time slowed for the road, as it felt the old girl collide against its weather-weary stones. She lay, red life escaping through the fatal wound. It felt the many feet scurrying over to the scene. It felt the blood washing into the sever below to feed some forsaken fungus. But above all, it felt another tragedy join the long history it had seen as it slowly ground away.

Day by day. Month by month. Year by year.

The bus symbolizes modernity. And transportation.

I can only hope this be the start of an arc. It's been awhile since anyone's journeyed to Heaven or Hell, and I don't believe Cornelius has ever been.

Heaven's probably rebuilt by now. Jesus was a carpenter, after all.

I don't know, maybe it's just the Sunday night mood talking, but something about this comic, the lost opportunity, the poor woman waiting for a reply, the tragic end... I find it unremittingly sad.

And this time, I *haven't* been drinking.

extremely rough chuckles tonight

oh good grief; that's ridiculous

It's not even the fact that Rostropovich was an actual cellist. It's that Onstad chose a cellist who just died this year, which only adds to the pain and serves as yet another reminder that Cornelius' days are winding down fast.

Mr. Bear is probably my favorite character in Achewood, and I think it'd be pretty much impossible to knock him off his rocker, but if anything is going to do it this is probably it.

Cornelius never replied, but her heart was so clutched by love, she kept emailing in vain hope. Strange fits of passion have i ever seen.

Also, this was my most terrible fear when i was 16 and got my first email account. Countless internet girlfriends dying over me because i didn't have $5 for an internet cafe

Lost packets.

I bet she knew how many whales the ocean has. :(

"So Many Whales" would make a good epitaph.

I want 'Great, Great, GREAT!- from the Finnish'

The real tragedy here is that Connie never got that K$oCK he always needed.

Stuff would never have worked out between a human former Miss Belgium and a small, erudite old stuffed bear, anyway.


..Or would have it? The tragedy is we shall never know if human-stuffed bear love can actually happen.

P.S. Eat a dick furries

they will, but only if it is attached to a 6 foot costume of an ugly raccoon.

Exactly, man. For all we know, Cornelius Bear was *judging* the Miss Belgium pageant in 1974. That dude's been everywhere!

Many grown women are still havink stuffed animals in bed, this is something i forget. Also only woman i share bed with only had small stuffed platypus in bed, and me.

P.S. The whole point of my post was to say

Eat a dick furries

This woman was hella stalkerish and crazy...emailing him time and again with no reply? Throwing herself under a bus after being stood up on a blind date? If they had met, it would've been a total Kathy Bates "Misery"-type shackles to the bed, write-another-blog-entry-or-i'll-make-you-hurt situation. Connie ought to write to his email provider and thank them for those filters!

All honking & dragging a bunch of rusty bikes.

So much for ever getting that wallet back.

"Here just give me your password and we can check it out."

"Do you mind if I do it myself? It's just that--"

"Oh sure no problem!"

"I mean I don't think that you'd--"

"No I totally understand. Go ahead."

"Thanks. Sorry about that."

"Nah man no problem it's fine. I completely understand."