...oooff *takes a slight hit to the belly*
There is this gigantic fog of weird that is just following me around.
It is hard to let go knowing that I'm letting go completely, but it is the ONLY healthy choice, so I'm doing it, no two ways about that.
There was a whole other stack of weird when I was looking at pictures of an old friend that I don't really talk to much anymore. We really are apart, I can actually feel the rift now.
I'm off to Edina Missouri. home of absolutely nothing including cell phone signal so that should be...either really good or really awful.
I hope I remember to bring music.
As for that guy friend who is doing something brave, I just want to put out this semi-ridiculous wish for luck. Happiness is an elusive little bastard and he's hunting it full force, so he deserves my wishes of good luck.
posted by katie-thecrowcounter at 12:52 PM
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A giant fog of weird, for me, would be a plaid colored mist. This multicolored, cloud-like obfuscation, for some reason regardless of who you are, reminds the viewer of gerbils riding atop giant horseshoe magnets. Said gerbils briefly shout "Fear me! I am Shaitan the Leviathan!". However, anyone you try to explain this to will ignore you, due in part to their sudden ravenous hunger for a turkey sandwich.
I can't even be bothered with the rest of your post. The 'fog of weird' has created a vast impenetrable wall of imagery, blocking any concinnity in the text that lies beyond.
^he's so weird
But not as weird as the "fog of weird".
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