Somewhere, out there...
Dec. 22nd, 2005 06:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bending_sickle...there´s someone with the same quirks as you. Honest. You´re just as wierd as anyone else. If you took all the little pieces that make you unique, bizarre or in some way different, and walked around the world, you´d find someone else with a replica.
I can´t make a poetical metaphor.
What I´m saying is that there will always be someone out there to say, "What? Me too!" and that is one of the most comforting thoughts I can conjure up.
Case in point:
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missfahrenheit: "I have to sleep with the covers up and over my neck as protection from vampires."
*raises hand* "Me too!"
Well, when I was little at least. Now it´s over my ears.
On another note, have saved some caps from Firefly, so I´ve got work for the "holidays". Of course, I´ll need internet access for all those times I know I´ll scream, "Talk to me, program! Help! Do as I say!" Yes, you *can* curse, plead and ask for help at the same time.
Cheese can´t.
Yesterday I was walking through the friggin´ streets with no name of Barcelona and thinking about the inordinte number of cheese quotes I had*. One quote talked about cheese not actually begging to be eaten, as it doesn´t speak. So I thought:
Cheese does not beg. Cheese does not plead. Cheese screams out in the night to be consumed by you. It demands to be eaten, like a general shouting orders to his soldiers, with the words, "Put me in your mouth!**" (A very liberal army, then.)
Yes, I´m wierd.
Also, a cat haiku, inspired bybabyslime´s icon haiku***,
Cat struts in with pride.
Look! A beheaded mouse for you.
Now feed me, human.
Ps: It´s official. I love the internet. It has given me the Firefly Easter Egg. I´m now going to watch Adam Baldwin sing “The Hero of Canton”. So happy.
* Such as the graffiti I saw at the green line end of the Berri uqam station:
"Josh and Eva Hinley love cheese. Joe hates cheese."
Joe is strange. The people that wrote the graffiti? Geniuses.
** Apparently, there´s a song called, "Put me in ya mouth". Ergo the line.
**Cat Haiku 13: "Cats meow out of angst. / Thumbs! If only we had thumbs! / We could break so much!"
I can´t make a poetical metaphor.
What I´m saying is that there will always be someone out there to say, "What? Me too!" and that is one of the most comforting thoughts I can conjure up.
Case in point:
missfahrenheit: "I have to sleep with the covers up and over my neck as protection from vampires." *raises hand* "Me too!"
Well, when I was little at least. Now it´s over my ears.
On another note, have saved some caps from Firefly, so I´ve got work for the "holidays". Of course, I´ll need internet access for all those times I know I´ll scream, "Talk to me, program! Help! Do as I say!" Yes, you *can* curse, plead and ask for help at the same time.
Cheese can´t.
Yesterday I was walking through the friggin´ streets with no name of Barcelona and thinking about the inordinte number of cheese quotes I had*. One quote talked about cheese not actually begging to be eaten, as it doesn´t speak. So I thought:
Cheese does not beg. Cheese does not plead. Cheese screams out in the night to be consumed by you. It demands to be eaten, like a general shouting orders to his soldiers, with the words, "Put me in your mouth!**" (A very liberal army, then.)
Yes, I´m wierd.
Also, a cat haiku, inspired by
babyslime´s icon haiku***,Look! A beheaded mouse for you.
Now feed me, human.
Ps: It´s official. I love the internet. It has given me the Firefly Easter Egg. I´m now going to watch Adam Baldwin sing “The Hero of Canton”. So happy.
* Such as the graffiti I saw at the green line end of the Berri uqam station:
Joe is strange. The people that wrote the graffiti? Geniuses.
** Apparently, there´s a song called, "Put me in ya mouth". Ergo the line.
**Cat Haiku 13: "Cats meow out of angst. / Thumbs! If only we had thumbs! / We could break so much!"
