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Blessed be the goldfish
Jun. 11th, 2003 08:48 amFor they know not where or when or who.
I remember the lights and the music, I remember the echos that I'd stomped flat popping up and dancing again, I really didn't need that, but it didn't matter that much anyway. Lots of wonderful people to emote and blather to, much sugar liberally distributed without care for carbohydrate levels. Half dying from 5 songs in a row that I had to dance to. Music of much wonderousness. The Calling was good.
Ctrl-X. Retype, it was just a copy that threw me backwards once again. Hair today, gone tommorrow.
And then there was the dream. Maybe it was the fish, so once again the damn goldfish is to blame, or as closest can be genetically identified to be guilty.
Travel insurance? That is the only link I've managed to peel from the images from the airport I was lurking at in my dreamstate, waiting for something I never knew what and bumping into someone who I've never met but knew me from a game I've never played. Why they kept a folder of holiday travels in a secure nuke-proof box I have no idea.
<Insert zen like closing statement here.>
I remember the lights and the music, I remember the echos that I'd stomped flat popping up and dancing again, I really didn't need that, but it didn't matter that much anyway. Lots of wonderful people to emote and blather to, much sugar liberally distributed without care for carbohydrate levels. Half dying from 5 songs in a row that I had to dance to. Music of much wonderousness. The Calling was good.
Ctrl-X. Retype, it was just a copy that threw me backwards once again. Hair today, gone tommorrow.
And then there was the dream. Maybe it was the fish, so once again the damn goldfish is to blame, or as closest can be genetically identified to be guilty.
Travel insurance? That is the only link I've managed to peel from the images from the airport I was lurking at in my dreamstate, waiting for something I never knew what and bumping into someone who I've never met but knew me from a game I've never played. Why they kept a folder of holiday travels in a secure nuke-proof box I have no idea.
<Insert zen like closing statement here.>
