(Insert flowery, poetic lament here.)
Nov. 9th, 2002 03:45 amNever did post those dreams... Fuck. Oh well....
"'Excuse me. Excuse me, but are you all right?'
"'I'm so alone. I don't have any Friends. I keep eating them.'
"'Me too.'
"'Really?'
"'Uh-huh... *Smiles* Hungry?'"
I bought the new Transmet book.... Saw 8 Mile, tonight... Both of these things are good...
"No, I'm not dead. I cannot be killed. My own assistants have tried to kill me, but, like Rasputin, I notice not the poison and laugh at their icepicks. Shoot me in the lungs and I'll snarl and spit nicotine tar at you from the bulletholes."
Blech....i'm gone, till i'm not, anymore.
Strange Aeons, and all that....
"'Excuse me. Excuse me, but are you all right?'
"'I'm so alone. I don't have any Friends. I keep eating them.'
"'Me too.'
"'Really?'
"'Uh-huh... *Smiles* Hungry?'"
"Transmetropolitan," issue 38.
I bought the new Transmet book.... Saw 8 Mile, tonight... Both of these things are good...
"No, I'm not dead. I cannot be killed. My own assistants have tried to kill me, but, like Rasputin, I notice not the poison and laugh at their icepicks. Shoot me in the lungs and I'll snarl and spit nicotine tar at you from the bulletholes."
"Transmetropolitan," issue 39.
Blech....i'm gone, till i'm not, anymore.
Strange Aeons, and all that....
hmm
Date: 2002-11-09 09:50 pm (UTC)Explaination:
Date: 2002-11-09 11:00 pm (UTC)Just so you don't think I make a regular practice of telling other people to comment on your LJ
Re: Explaination: