I once spent three years staring at a picture of a yak... in a fit of desperation the yak... clearly distressed... finally admitted that yes it did talk... and I should seek counselling... with this in mind... my therapist... the redhead... informed me that the reason people have interests is so that they can be interesting... or at least appear so to yaks they happen to be casually leering at for years at a time... I thought this was good advice...
twisted and disturbed people with sociopathic tendencies... or... people who you look at and say... huh... thats just not right... or... people who giggle school girlishly... or... that one girl on that show with the great hair who flips it and says really cool stuff... yeah her... she is hot... Id like to rub pudding all over her and... uh... sorry... sidetracked for a second... uhm... pretty much anyone but completely normal people... they scare me...
The concept is really quite alarming mind you... that you should want to know what sort of music I am listening to... the voices in my head sing often... I am sure they violate copyrights of several popular bands... not that they know what copyrights are... nor do they know what time it is... I know this because I've had some rather delightful parties with them at 2 in the afternoon... clearly this is not a time that a musically inclined voice would have a party... especially not in my head... I am relatively sure I am doing somewhat important things at 2 in the afternoon... of course I might be wrong... who is to say really... surely not you... and very likely not me... this wendy's ad is scaring me... I need to bark at the TV for a moment... please hold for the next available personality...
I have decided... in a rather frenzied bit of cliche... that movies arent real enough for me... I also dont know what I just said means... I am relatively sure it was deep... thoughtful... and significant... but I am not at all sure of that fact... for a rather detailed surmisal of my feelings about movies.... ponder strawberry jelly in a squeeze bottle... yes... I think that rather well illustrates the issue... what is a scone?
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what books I read??? how machiavellan of you to ask... what is this a police state??? I thought this was my space... bugger off you invasive tallywhacker... I said tallywacker... in some way I am relatively sure that means I rule.... oh yes... and I cant read... thats why that question hurt me so deeply... a rather tragic accident with a spoon 2 rubber bands and a rather dog eared copy of les miserables has left me scarred and deathly afraid of anything with pages and trite french phraseology....
darkwing duck... mighty mouse... arthur dent... and that one guy... on that show?