"I am a lonely bridge. I cannot exist, have no reason to exist, without two sides. I am strong and brittle, I weather all storms. Every season except spring is an attack. I define the staccato song of crowds. When alone, though, I am silent. If I weren't so definitively a noun I would be a verb. No one stays for long, except for the ogres underneath. They bring me no comfort."
Freedom is a word like any other. It holds no power, no honor, no special status by itself. Calling yourself free does not make you so. To be free you must make choices, must decide your place in life.
So live free. Climb a tree. Build a cannon. Fight with swords. Put your eye out. Talk to your dolls. Listen to your dolls. Write a story. Cut pretty pictures into your arm. Wear colorful socks. Despise children. Sing to a dog. Code a soul. Love, even if you know to love is ruin. Stand and fight. Cry. Laugh. Defend a cliche. Define your freedom! Admit you watch reality TV. I only watch The Bachelor. And I enjoy the hell out of it. Fall in love with Dorothy Parker during one three-hour wikipedia binge. Train a falcon. Train a falcon, for god's sakes! Wouldn't that be neat!?
The night has been productive so far. What is it with people and tags and chain letters. You are a gnome if you think that I am going to hoist this thinly-disguised chain-letter on 16 more people. However, to demonstrate that I AM a good sport, I suppose I could fill out the little thingie myself.
15 Random Things I Want People Want to Know.
1. I once tried to dig an evil underground fortress in my backyard. I think I was 10. I got a hole about six feet wide and three feet deep before it began to rain, so I decided I was finished. I pulled a tarp over me in the hole, sat there crouched in the mud, and plotted. There is a very melodramatic part of me that never left that hole.
2. I always know which direction left is, but sometimes I forget which way is right.
3. My favorite pasta in the whole world is tri-color rotini. My favorite food is tri-color rotini with home made meat sauce.
4. I am currently full of ground meat, mayonnaise, and diet coke.
5. The rain makes me feel safe. This feeling has existed since far before the events outlined in #1. It has existed for longer than I remember.
6. Speaking of things that have existed for longer than I remember, I would give literally anything to have him back. I would give anything to visit him, just one more time. I wish I had told him I love and appreciate him and want to spend the rest of my life with him, I still think that's what made him leave.
7. I am weak. But I wield the things that make me weak like a tool, and so I appear strong. But I am weak.
8. I want to be a cyborg. If I could specialize, I would pick sensors. I want tattoos that add to that aesthetic: a bolt on my thigh, a sleek panel on my back, an interface on my wrist, a series of sensors along my shoulders and buried in my scalp.
9. I often fantasize about saving small groups of people that I like and love from terrorizing bands of thugs, aliens, robots, Gub'ment men, and supernatural entities. The most often reoccurring elements include me wielding a bowstaff, intense acrobatics, a rousing soundtrack, and a scene where I could TOTALLY have kicked that one guy's ass but allowed myself to be wounded because it was the only way to save one of the cowering innocents behind me. Every once in a while, one of my friends has super powers and fights with me. I don't need powers, though, because I have a bowstaff.
10. Someday I would like to swim deep in the ocean, flitting lithely through fickle light, feeding on krill and singing. I can imagine heaven being very like that.
11. It matters not how straight the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul.
12. I love my sunshine. He's my best friend. He sat atop the bull with me. He knows where the body is. He's seen the best of me. He makes me want to sing. Ok, I'm singing right now.
13. I think scars are sexy.
14. I like babies. Don't ask me why. I want to have 10 kids eventually. Not at one go that is. That's nuts. Oh wait, look at Octo-Mum, she rulez.
15. I very badly want another piece of this pineapple gummi candy, but I can't have it because I've already reached my sugar limit of the day. So I'm thinking about cyborgs to distract myself.
There. Done.
Life lessons learned today:
Borax is poisonous. Anything is flammable if you make it hot enough, even kevlar. Breakfast burritos at Taco Boy cost more but are worth it. Scars are sexy. The security guard that patrols the perimeter of the zoo is named Biff and he likes menthol cigarettes and sidewalk murals.
Just for giggs.
Assume you have a homosexual friend who is the same gender as you. Would it bother you if they hugged you?
- Yes.
- No.
- I'm not sure.
- Only if I thought the hug was more than friendly.
Hugs, people. Hugs.
This question is so overrated.
Pffft. Spread the love, people.
Never to part lest jealous heaven stole our hearts.
Love, Fyy.
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