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There was a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler's mind. - So Long And Thanks for All the Fish by Douglas Adams |
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(warm-blooded, omnivorous, currently alive) Diet includes walrus diarrhea, preserved portions of man-made worms cooked in boiling water and the outermost layer of flesh of eggs that have been incubated, raised, beheaded, plucked and fried in oil. Extremely unpredictable, high-five on sight. tagboard
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In the end, it seems that my parents were not going in circles after all. They went to Phuket. Shame. But, they got me a dragon. Oh my fish burger.   It might be a clay (no wait it's just clay-looking plastic) dragon, but it's still a dragon. And it has freaking red glass eyes. As most people know I've always wanted a dragon sculpture since I read the Icefire series. And now I have it. o_o I haven't named it yet though. And I have to admit it looks like a duck from the front. I don't know whether I should go with the G-name. Lalala. There's more than enough time to think that over. I shall call it Pfeffer for now >.> The familiar that I forgot. I like the wings. Somehow, I realized too late that fourteen is old. I'm reading Sexing the Cherry. The only thing I really like about it is the cleaning up words part, and most of all the house with no floors. It seems like a really nice idea, the one that suits me, being dream-like and all. Since just a few weeks ago I was thinking about floating chairs. This, obviously, occurred in the morning sometime during my journey to school, which I usually undertook in a semi-conscious state. I was thinking about a game that was totally based on chairs. You can change your chair, equip it with battle powers, store food in it, and make it do all kinds of stuff for you. Fights between chair-people. Of course, everyone would be really fat. And of course again, this had to come with a drawing in my mind, which I promptly named 'Levitaticus!'. Also, I was dreaming about attacks as well, after revising for maths. It's something like when someone attacks with a negative attack, you have to counter it with a positive attack. Too much maths bakes you stupid really. Quoting time! I left them there and walked home, my head full of things that cannot be destroyed. The lover got in by climbing up Rapunzel's hair, and Rapunzel got in by nailing a wig to the floor and and shinning up the tresses flung out of the window. Both of them could have used a ladder, but they were in love. Suddenly the enchanted city fades and you are left alone again in the windy desert. As for your beloved, she didn't understand you. The truth is, you never understood yourself. - Sexing the Cherry I should really go prepare my uniform now. Oh yeah. Join TBBAOF. You won't regret it. |