septembre 17, 2004
phewlogy
Last night while I was watching Six Feet Under at Harry's house, I got a funny feeling something bad had happened to someone close to me. I presumed that Drinky Crow had finally died of liver failure, on the toilet, and was making his dainty way through the process of autolysis, e.g. soft-soaping, body popping, shitting his insides out and that. Then I got another funny feeling that it was a false alarm, so I stuck my nose back onto the TV screen like a hungry urchin at a sweetshop window. As I set off to go home, I got a text from Air saying that he was in the hopsital having smashed into a lorry and totalled his new wheels. Possibly my funny feeling was indigestion - I had dined that night on prole food - but more probably I'm psychic.
I'm glad Bell is not dead, as I love him and he is a good person. Many people spend a lot of their lives destroying themselves and other people, in petty or more serious ways. The petty ones upset me most as they're not even properly evil, just fucking lazy. At least evil people are proactive and motivated, and stand by their principles, and have suspicious beards.
Bell is good and helps people, like Gamera (pictured, right, helping people), and it would be bad if he died.
Aktualy it was his old wheels! LOL! I wonder what Edgar Allen Poe would make of Bell's now hilariously mismatched nostrils. Some kind of dark hooter irony?
Posted by: Rosy at septembre 21, 2004 10:30 AMAdditionally I now have crossed eyes resulting from constant nose-peerage in an attempt to gauge its deformity.
Posted by: air at septembre 24, 2004 03:59 PMEverything looked slightly
odd, and at first I couldn't think why. Then I saw that the two
ghostly noses which I always see without noticing them were gone. I
shut one of my eyes, as one does if one wants to see one's nose more
clearly. I felt my eye shut, but it made no difference. Of course now
that I was invisible my eye- lids and nose were quite transparent!
Then I looked to where my body and legs ought to have been, but of
course I saw nothing. I got a horrid giddy feeling and had to catch
hold of the table with an in- visible hand.
(Mr Leakey - JBS Haldane)
Posted by: Rosy at septembre 24, 2004 05:58 PMdo i remember you from Newcastle? or somewhere else? what a surprise after all the abuse you gave me on LotPG.
Posted by: nick at octobre 29, 2004 05:58 AMWhatchoo talkin' bout, Newcastle? I lived there when I was 2, and I've been there since, twice, on the way to Amsterdam. Are you Slab Ghost or Dog Poo?
Posted by: Rosy at octobre 29, 2004 03:42 PM