Thoughts, by Norway.

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Location: winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada

Born in a coat of armour on the moon, etc. A scientist.

Friday, November 18, 2005

truth is a stinging insect.

I read in a brochure that ether helps the Cognizance... hang on. Merciful! Does it ever.

Phantoms!

There has been an interesting turn of events. Due to the unearthly and unholy noises being produced in the house by certain members of some sub-species, I had taken a stroll to clear the nasua. This weather brings out the best of me - namely my delightful woolen scarf - which I had wrapped snuggly around my head, but then a gust of wind somehow dextrously unwound my favouritest of garments and tossed it carelessly into a bared sycamore. I screamed until I coughed some blood and comically toppled onto my bottom.
After being helped up by a Nazi dog, I tried to coax some tall person to help me, using a soothing vocal tone and my most pitiful glassy-eyed stare. I shuffled to and fro, moaning sadly, and soon was assumed to be on the drugs by a nearby Classical Knight, and I was escorted into a gently pulsating orb of violet light.

I have a wheel from a train for sale; electro-mail me if you are interested.

h. norway.

Saturday, November 05, 2005

Huffpuffpuff.

Phew... It would seem that I had a bit of a black-out for the past three and half weeks. There is a condition (I have it) known as "Intermittent Explosive Disorder", but which I fondly refer to as 'The Rage'. Based on my last journal entry it seems fair to deduce that sweet 'Lady R' had me under her seductive spell, and now it is a matter of picking up the pieces. Usually it takes some clever sleuth-work to map out my action and reactions during these forgotten times and, honestly, I find it invigorating. Observe. In my immediate surroundings we have the following clues: my keyboard (which has had the numbers one, seven and zero removed from both the number pad and the line of keys directly above the letter keys), a child's pool filled with bullets and what smells like dijon mustard. Hopefully it's dijon mustard. Also, there is a floor tom with no small amount of blood on it. Last but not least, a wheel from a train. I haven't explored the rest of the abode yet, and I'm nervously excited as to what I will find!