I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
Oh my god.. I absolutely adore Nick Drake (even though he's dead).
ReplyDeleteWhy have we not met before now??
Is that a rhetorical question?
ReplyDeleteI'm sure I'd remember your etch-a-sketch outline if we had, o my princess.
And I would definitely remember someone who calls me princess.
ReplyDelete(Took me a minute to figure what you meant by etch a sketch outline.. a little slow on the uptake here.)
o my princess, i think a little smilier of the square monolip, and gentlemen would swoon at your portrait.
ReplyDeleteI'm really supposed to be tidying my home, rather than reponding to disembodied messages, but I'm tempted just to run away and join the circus instead. what do you think?
Or then again, there's my imaginary boat. Boat. yes, definitely boat. but could I keep an elephant on the boat? people have cats, why not a nelephant? no? okay. circus then. Well, how about a tiny midget elephant the size of a cat? could I have one like that on the boat? it could climb in the rigging.
Disembodies messages, I have never quite been described in that way.
ReplyDeleteA mini elephant would work, but I would need for you to send me a picture.
Well how about disembodied massages then?
ReplyDeleteThe elephant would be just like a big elephant, only cat sized, and maybe a bit softer.
Is it possible to have a disembodied massage?
ReplyDeleteHm. maybe I didn't think that through enough. Have an embodied one instead.
ReplyDeleteMaybe a disembodied massage is something you can have done to your body whilst you travel, disembodied on the astral plane. When I was about 15, I read a library book by T.Lobsang Rampa, which promised the secret of astral travelling. Oh, I tried, I did. Never achieved lift-off.
Then I discovered that T.Lobsang Rampa was not so much a Thibetan monk, as a plumber from sussex, who'd changed his name, wore a robe, and made a quick fortune out of writing books purporting to reveal ancient mysteries.
Okay that made me laugh. Did you make that up?
ReplyDeleteI could never lie to you.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.museumofhoaxes.com/thirdeye.html
Despite me having an overactive imagination, at least some of the things I say are true.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lobsang_Rampa
ReplyDeleteOkay.. you have to email me, we can't continue to have conversations in comment sections.
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They're MY comment sections, so of course we can. In fact I could relable them conversation sections.
ReplyDeleteAnyway... Email um. I hate hotmail... I have an account but its so clunky it drives me insane I'll send you a Gmail invite, it's my preferred one, yours to choose if you want to try it.