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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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The Saga of the Flies
Once there was a young girl who had a horrendous fear of flies (ask her friends, who've seen her shirk at the sight of butterflies). She is terrified of them, their little crawly legs, their ability to fall from God knows where, and to buzz (oh the horrible buzzing!) anywhere they please. She detested these little flies. Her family, however, often kept her house well lit, because, obviously, they need to see where they're going.Ok, I'm tired of writing in third person. Lets switch to first. Basically, I was happily writing notes in my room (yes, studying for once, liang), and suddenly a fly starts buzzing around my table lamp. First I try and ignore it, until it starts flying around my macbook. So, I start swatting it with my history readings (which are very thick). The fly dies. I am content. I return to my notes. SUDDENLY, a !@£$ fly flies into MY EAR. I freak out, the thing won't stop buzzing. I start hitting it away as fast as fast as possible, I jump out of my seat, take off my hairband, ruffle my hair to get the STUPID FLY OUT OF MY HAIR and it lands on the floor. I grab the biggest thing I could get on my table, my history readings, and throws it on the stupid buzzing thing, and it dies. I relax. (Thank God for absurdly thick history notes). I look up. THERE ARE TONS OF FLIES ALL AROUND MY CEILING LIGHTS. I freak out completely, run out of my room, turn off the lights and close the door. And I find myself in pitch darkness. All the lights in the house are off (which is rare in my house). I can't see a frickin thing. I started calling out for my brother, and he comes out of the outside toilet. He tells me that there were flies EVERYWHERE, and they had attacked all the lights. So he turned them all off. I look into the kitchen, and I see THE BIGGEST SWARM OF STUPID FLIES AROUND THE LIGHTS. I'm now in the darkness, in the living room. With my mac. No flies so far. Shit, I can still feel the buzzing in my ear. Sigh. And honestly, no one can blame me for not trying to study. |