Vacuum has an unusual amount of 'u's, but not as many as 'unusual'.
Speaking of vacuums, hands up if you love the vacuum display where it thrusts a ball into the air, held perpetually like a drop of spittle on a saliva string when my dog spies a meatloaf.
The vacuum set to 'blow' holding up the ball is amazing. I could stare at it for a long time. I think that I would be part of a crowd.
And yet the letter j remains one of the most underrated letters in the alphabet.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Blood.
I just killed a mosquito.
I slapped it with my hands. This mosquito had bitten more than thrice. But it had bitten someone else... I am fine.
Now there is a surprising amount of someone else's blood on my hands.
An astonishing amount.
If you are reading this and are feeling a bit faint... like you are suddenly missing a lot of blood... then yeah... you probably are a hypochondriac.
I have been told that only female mosquitos bite people. This is a fact that I believe simply because someone has put in enough effort to open their mouths and flaunt their vocal chords at me.
I imagine that this is how the "oral traditions" in those far-away cultures get handed down from generation to generation.
On a side note, I might have aids now.
Or malaria.
Or vampirism. Which, of the three options, would be by far the worst to get. I am sensing a counter-culture approaching by the tingling in my halteres. Ever wonder why Van Helsing hated vampires so much? He saw way too many on television.
... That was a fat mosquito. No wonder it couldn't dodge my flying hands of fury.
I slapped it with my hands. This mosquito had bitten more than thrice. But it had bitten someone else... I am fine.
Now there is a surprising amount of someone else's blood on my hands.
An astonishing amount.
If you are reading this and are feeling a bit faint... like you are suddenly missing a lot of blood... then yeah... you probably are a hypochondriac.
I have been told that only female mosquitos bite people. This is a fact that I believe simply because someone has put in enough effort to open their mouths and flaunt their vocal chords at me.
I imagine that this is how the "oral traditions" in those far-away cultures get handed down from generation to generation.
On a side note, I might have aids now.
Or malaria.
Or vampirism. Which, of the three options, would be by far the worst to get. I am sensing a counter-culture approaching by the tingling in my halteres. Ever wonder why Van Helsing hated vampires so much? He saw way too many on television.
... That was a fat mosquito. No wonder it couldn't dodge my flying hands of fury.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Haiku School.
Some philosophy:
Imagine if all we did,
Was sit here, and think.
Some psychology:
How would you feel if all you
Did was sit and think?
And some history:
There was some stuff before us,
It may reoccur.
Now for some english:
There are a bunch of things to do,
When you have choice words.
Finally some math:
Would be written here if I
remembered any.
Imagine if all we did,
Was sit here, and think.
Some psychology:
How would you feel if all you
Did was sit and think?
And some history:
There was some stuff before us,
It may reoccur.
Now for some english:
There are a bunch of things to do,
When you have choice words.
Finally some math:
Would be written here if I
remembered any.
A Good Day For A Bird
=
[Bird's eye view of two worms having a competition to see who can be the flattest]
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