So sang the mockturtle
Sep. 29th, 2002 09:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_t_220Ahh, soup... soup that flows like the very lifeblood of humanity's soul... *winks at Deke*
Dinner was good and I got to laugh at a freaky freaky friend of a friend (In the LJ sense of the word "Friend") who is, I swear, completely barking mad.
No offense to anyone but there really is physically only so far one can fit one's own head up one's anus.
So now I have my non-descript brand cola, a belly full-o-soup, a slightly runny nose and maybe the urge to write something... though not neccesarily.
I do however have a great need to do some laundry, but the tumble drier's broken down so there's not a lot of point in thinking about it till it's mended once more.
And now I shall away.
I see the dissapointment etched so clearly on your faces, but never fear for undoutedly I shall return. Some day when you least expect it I shall be there... poking the clones with a sharpened stick...
You shall see me, in the shape of a toxic cloud drifting across the dessicated landscape... in the glimmer of fear on the faces of small children when confronted by the prospect of their own mortalilty... in Hugh Jackman's every crazy-fan-induced nightmare, there shall I be...
Or alternatively I'll be back in a couple of hours when I get bored of playing pointless card games while waiting for inspiration to strike. One of the two.
Dinner was good and I got to laugh at a freaky freaky friend of a friend (In the LJ sense of the word "Friend") who is, I swear, completely barking mad.
No offense to anyone but there really is physically only so far one can fit one's own head up one's anus.
So now I have my non-descript brand cola, a belly full-o-soup, a slightly runny nose and maybe the urge to write something... though not neccesarily.
I do however have a great need to do some laundry, but the tumble drier's broken down so there's not a lot of point in thinking about it till it's mended once more.
And now I shall away.
I see the dissapointment etched so clearly on your faces, but never fear for undoutedly I shall return. Some day when you least expect it I shall be there... poking the clones with a sharpened stick...
You shall see me, in the shape of a toxic cloud drifting across the dessicated landscape... in the glimmer of fear on the faces of small children when confronted by the prospect of their own mortalilty... in Hugh Jackman's every crazy-fan-induced nightmare, there shall I be...
Or alternatively I'll be back in a couple of hours when I get bored of playing pointless card games while waiting for inspiration to strike. One of the two.
