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like the shattering crystal of the poet cries:
"I the enigma undefined,
the error of my age;
the players and the play defamed
that tread a timeless stage.
Ay! both hero and the rake,
of tragedy and of comic parts;
the dirge at many a wake
and the wit that veins the farce."
Oscar Wilde
*poke*
*pokepoke*
*pokepokepokepoke*
You're just about as dead as ragabash-san.
I have just realized what is possibly the extreme of the game I like to play.
See, I like to pretend that the characters I create are real... most of them 'live' in the back of my head. I often bring them out and play as them when talking to people.
Suddenly, tho, I have to wonder just a little bit about myself... over at Ebony Keep there's a new member. Who claims to be a "members". to put it his way, a "Multiples system" - that in one body live a whole host of people, from near-infants to old people.
And he believes it. I don't know (although I suspect that the others in the forum are bothered to), but it freaks me out.
Oh, and Icchan?
*KTHWACK*
for changing your website address and not telling.
Allright, ye old Filk God.
You said we couldn't Filk in Realtime
You'd better prepare to defend your position.
This was filked walking back from Target. We were singing (as usual) a song from Moulin Rouge. When I tripped. Immediatly TDTF and scootersoo took up the song, and soon we had a good rendition going of:
Come What May
(I will stumble)
Never knew I could walk like this,
Like I've never seen my feet before.
I want to balance with stable-ness;
Every day I'm falling more and more.
Listen to my feet, can you hear them sing
telling me I fall over everything!
Seasons may change, winter to spring,
But I'll stumble, until the end of time.
Come what may...
Come what may...
I will stumble, until my dying day!
Suddenly the world seems so close to my face,
Suddenly I wish I moved with perfect grace,
Suddenly my feet seem so out of place-
It all revolves 'round my head.
And there are mountains too high,
And ditches too wide,
One false step and I'm lying on my side.
Stormclounds may gather, and I will collide...
And I'll stumble, (I'll stumble) until the end of time.
Come what may...
Come what may...
I will stumble, until my dying day!
ooh, Come what may...
Come what may...
I will stumble, I will stumble...
Suddenly I wish I had perfect grace...
Come what may...
Come what may...
I will stumble, until my dying day!
The moral of the story? If you're going to sing, don't walk.
TDTF is an amusing little creature sometimes
We headed to the post office after class today, when she realized she didn't have any change to buy a stamp with. So she went to the ATM to get a 20.
when she notices the "buy stamps" option.
She spent the entire afternoon being fascinated by the fact that you could get stamps at an ATM.
You'll have to excuse the dust... I'm doing a bit of reconstruction of the filing system at Crystal Ball, so various pages and images may be broken for a bit... but I'll sort it all out in time!