Guest Rezure Posted December 25, 2002 Report Posted December 25, 2002 Hahaha! I tricked you into here by sticking "in lieu of" at the very beginning!!! Those words mean absolutely nothing! Ha! - I'm not really ever alone. There are always watches, clocks, metronomes. There's one on the wall. It's the loudest. Then there's the alarm clock across the room. The cell phone, that also tells time. Then there's two watches on the table. They're digital, so they don't tick. Still, one of them has an alarm, which I can't figure out how to turn off, so I just have to set it to ring at the least inconvenient time. Apparently, the least inconvenient time now is 12:26 pm, beep! Although, I'm kind of starting to doubt that. Well, anyway, the point is, I can't escape knowing what time it is. So I'm not alone. But actaully, that's probably a good thing. - Little G looked at the cliff one last time. "I wonder what the earth feels like" she thought. "I wonder if the rocks and the cliffs ever think it's their fault how everything turns out?" She hoped they didn't. The thought made her sad on what was otherwise a tolerable, sunny day. When she was somewhat successful with replacing the thought in her head with something else, she finally jumped. It's not true what they say, your life doesn't flash before your eyes. It's too bad, because that means you have to make a conscious effort to remember. You just have to. - Someday, far off into the future, or maybe even weeks from now, you will look upon today. You'll remember the thoughts you had, the poems you wrote, the music you listened to. You'll recollect the problems that seem monumental today. Maybe you'll have a chuckle. "How cute," you'll say to yourself, "I was so innocent! How naive was I to think that these things were so all-encompassing, when really, they are but pebbles." You'll wish you could go back in time and talk to the present you. "Stop worrying," you'd say "Look around! You don't know what you're missing!" How awful. Don't you just hate the future you? - I'm sitting by myself in a classroom with dusty chalkboards on all four sides. I must be in the wrong room, I think. About midway through, three girls walk in. They must be triplets, they're all wearing the same pink and white dresses. They can't be older than 13, and they have fat faces with small pimples and pigtails and an annoying way of speaking. I can' tell if they're speaking to me or not. Either way, it's clear I'm not expected to respond. I hear the sound of nails on a blackboard and screeching styrofoam. I want to throw up. - Hmm, I enjoy ending things with short sentences, Don't I? Yes. Impostor "I am lost in the supermarket/I can no longer shop happily"
Guest Minta Rose Posted December 26, 2002 Report Posted December 26, 2002 An impost of Aardvark, or proof that the rest of the English-speaking world is conspiring to drive me sane--I can't decide. --Tzimfemme, the naked
Guest Rezure Posted December 27, 2002 Report Posted December 27, 2002 why, thank you, I think. Although I once did try to impost Aardvark and I failed miserably, so maybe not trying is the key. Impostor "No one out-imposts me, No one!"
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