I went for a fleeting glance today and what did I find? A little red box and on it, said hay. This red box was remarkable by every means and yet somehow unremarkable by my own and it had no seam upon it which I took to be odd at first but then gradually accepted, as though it were some collegiate fact to be memorised and taken down and ripped apart and flourished at the streets. Yet somehow...somehow...
Somehow the box was opened, merely by its thoughts, and when I saw it, I said hay.
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Over the course of the last very few days, I have begun reading A Series Of Unfortunate Events again, and have quite enjoyed it. As a writer, I appreciate the themes and motifs, a phrase which here means "the various artistic devices the author uses to create a masterpiece," and have used the series as a baseboard for one of my own series, which uses A Series Of Unfortunate Events as a sort of inspiration. That, however, is quite another story. I just thought I should mention this, and if anyone
» Click to show Spoiler - click again to hide... «I'm sure most of you have already realised by now, but I'm absolutely certain that the Fallen of Transformers: Revenge Of The Fallen is/are the Skrall. Especially in one scene where one character is standing in front of three more of the Fallen's model on a barren, deserted planet, illuminated by the sun. Remind you of anything?
Additionally, I has pitchers.
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So I received a new LEGO set in the mail today from an anonymous donor. When I opened the box, to my surprise, I saw within a yellow-topped container that said upon it Mata Nui. Of course, I was extremely surprised to have received such a set from an anonymous donor that I quickly ripped into it and constructed the set. There are, however, no pictures as yet, as my camera is lost.
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The hat is here, people. Get set up. The hat is here!
Alright, guys, are we ready? Camera rolling? Excellent, excellent. And here we go, in three...
Two...
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Life! The Universe! Everything!
*hugs towel gleefully* Oh Zarquon, isn't life GREAT? =D
I've been listening to a few songs over the past two and a half hours that have put me in a good mood and I felt like BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGGING about it! I'm not even depressed or anything! It's awesome!
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No, huh? Wot's that? Life getting you down? All you want's an answer? An Ultimate Answer? To the Ultimate Question? Of Life? The Universe? EVERYTHING?
Easy!
Ahem.
Are you ready?
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Ahoy, an' welcome, me hearties and me wenches and all'a that sort.
It be a fine day fer bloodshed, don' ye agree? Aye, th' blood'll flow 'tween me fingers as I thrust me khopesh inta th' bellies of all them scurvy bilge rats tha' make up th' army'a Commodore Block.
Be ye afear'd? A/N
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So I'm writing an Epic in its entirety. I've been writing since I woke up at around one in the afternoon and haven't stopped. Up to chapter three now. 4815 words. So. Much. Inspiration.
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The following is a letter I received today from an indeterminate source of both indeterminate gender and indeterminate age, as well as indeterminate location, and indeterminate favourite colour.
To Whom It May Concern,
Ring-ring. This was the dinner bell last night. Seven times it rang and I went to dinner and ate with my family. Was that a timely bell? Maybe. But the right thing to do is to eat at the place I did. But that is wrong. Ring-ring.
I have been trapped in a trunk.
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