I have vague memories of a bunch of lobster crates in or by the sea... large lobster crates, yes big ones, and things glimmering gold in the mysterious blue jewel of the sea. And a rusty, spiky crown, or several... they were like wheels, but also crowns, but also neither. Yeah... okay... well. Humanity is torrenting itself. Like how people torrent videos. Why don't you want blood soup? It's good. On a hot summer day in 1995, I just wanted to get something to cool off. There was an ice cream stand, but the lineup was crazy and there was a guy squealing into a megaphone so I just wanted to get away from him. I stumbled under the heat of the sun, my nice white shorts soaked in sweat. And then I saw him... The Frog of Dreams. The most beautiful frog I've ever seen. That's the story behind that photo. The best photo I've ever taken. Culpyculp gulp. Probably some people of today view medieval people as childish adults, which is how some medieval people would view people of today too. They all scream in delight when they see a guy in a sweatshirt and an oversized baseball cap - I just don't get it. There is no way most people naturally enjoy loud concerts. They must be brainwashed. I guess nobody wants pellets, they want a three-course meal. There's the lizard! There he is! I feel little to no camaraderie with people who are the same age as me, or alive in the same era, or even people who know me, given that they are not a loved one. They are not my allies. They are strangers to me, and we have nothing in common. Actually, you could even say I often have more sympathy for people I don't know, because not knowing them leaves room for benefit of the doubt. Fat cream lard stew, the dizzying heat of a duck flapping frantically above the steaming soup in a chartreuse kitchen with the metal nets and the onion smell and the scary smoke. Oh, it's awful. Just horrible. The more people try to justify meanings of things, the more pathetic they look. You don't need to move the whole world in your mind just to justify what you do. Does a lack of meaning make you uncomfortable? Sit with that discomfort, and go insane. They claim to be classy and professional, but that one guy on the left is killing the vibe. Hoo boy. His IQ is 120, and he's a complete idiot. No common sense. Smoke clears and makes way for spring mist. Foggy mysterious mornings. Pacific Mink Dragon − bet you've never heard of that. Because I made it up. In order to be cute, he would have to grow out his hair and eat more and exercise less (or at least stay more well-hydrated) and stop doing that annoying smile and wear eyeliner and shave more often and bathe more often and work on not having such creepy blue eyes and work on being more independent, not necessarily financially, I just mean he can't keep expecting everyone to coddle his feelings and solve all his problems for him. Or he could just turn into a cat. It would be nice if a sorcerer turned him into a cat, because there's no way he can do it on his own. Dawn like a sherbet. Seagulls in the morning, and geese in the evening. Unprofitable beauty. Lilliana der Lillian VI... I already forgot about shaobing. Oh, I know you'll LOOOVE the stuff we've got next door. We've got rupe-rippin' raisins. Rupee raisins...? Anywho. Maybe someone will go to the festival.
