Saturday, November 8, 2003

Random facts, posted in a boredom.

Song I have listened to the most today: Either "Change (In the House of Flies) by The Deftones or "Morning Bell/Amnesiac" by Radiohead.

What you feel like: A jumping mad froggy in a muddy river of dreams.

Lyric that has just flown you by: I watched you change into a fly.

What do you think came first, the chicken or the egg? I think it was the egg. It just had to be. I mean, the egg is so soft, and breakable, and likeable. And chickens are so loud, and eating, and evil.

Make me up a short poem: We was rowing
down the river in May
and my my my
there was water up to our heads.
we were spinning.

spinning like legs.

and spinning babes.

Was the poem you made up odd? Yes it was. It was born and then it died, that's what I think of it.

If I were to say that you were having sex right now, what would you say? I would say I was not having sex, and that sex is not a thing that the internet does.

I will not eat green eggs and ham? No I won't, santa man.

What are you wearing? A red Korn shirt. Some old jeans that have a hole in them. A little gel on my hair.

If you had wings, what would you do? Well, I can't ever have wings. But if I did, I'd fly around the rooftops of the world and scream my yawp.

If the world ended, and there was only you and one boy left, would you inseminate a new human race to being? Uh, sure. But I'm not a girl, am I? So this reproduction situation would be impossible...and inpossible. And depossible. And nopossible.

What's the thing you've thought about the most today? How pointless life seems, as well as how I have done nothing today.

If I were Barney and you were Fred, would we be bestest friends? Sure. Friends are always good things to have. And not to mention that Fred and Barney are just amazing together. Ah...cartoons.

Tell me what word/thing/anything pops into your head with the mention of the word maggot? Death. And a maggot being born to a fly.

Do you think that 4+12=16? No, I don't. I think 4+12=endless ecstasies.

Are ghosts real? I think so. I think they're all over. I think our souls are ghosts and that humans are ghosts and that ghosts is a stupid superstition brought on by stupid people.

Or maybe not.

Tell me an interesting story? Okay.

There once was this man named Eor. He was a very special boy, for he was born from God's very mouth. God had coughed, and Eor had been born.

Eor was sickly from the moment he was born. He had bad eyesight, as well as he would constanly flitter between life and death.

In a deliurous dream, God came to him, and told him of how he was born. Eor could not believe it, but soon found out when he died that he had been born from God.

And in heaven God looked at him. And Eor looked at him.

And God was Bugs Bunny. He was chewing on a carrot.

Wasn't that story stupid? I think so. I think that whoever wrote that should really get better at telling stories.

Name a site that your friend just told you to go to? http;//www.gunbound.net. That site. And I'm off.
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