(no subject)
I am achingly bored. So I stopped by Metody's the other day to see what was going on and found people having a bit of fun with a word game. A word meme, if you will. So I joined in and these were the words he gave regarding me:
Yellow
Whimsy
Bewildering
Hair
Comfort
Now I'm to supply a few thoughts regarding them. Hmmmmm.
Yellow: Oh, this one's easy. Yellow. It's what I am. Orbs, that sounds like some kind of advertising slogan, but it's true. I wasn't so much born as I was extruded from my father's yellow stratum. So, well, Yellow literally is an inextricable part of my being. So it really wouldn't make much sense for me to go round calling myself the King In Forest Green, now, would it?
whimsy: Hmmm. Capricious, unpredictable, playful... I suppose that is me at times, isn't it? I do like to have fun with life.
bewildering: Am I really? Balderdash. You just haven't been paying enough attention. Pay a little more heed and you'll find you aren't quite so lost in the extradimensional subject matters simultaneous to the sidereal gerundities and concurrent to the subtext full of supertext or is that supertext of subtext or possibly the supertext in the R'lyeh Text... what was I talking about again?
hair: ...I was talking about my hair, yes. It is beautiful, no? I'm quite fond of it, myself.
comfort: D'awww. I don't know why you snuggle up to me as much as you do, but a little part of my being is glad for it. Another little part of my being is saying 'raawr, I'm supposed to be terrifying,' and another is saying 'hey, just let folks do what they want.' Aaaand another part says 'zoop dwingle fwoosh.' I don't listen to that bit very often.
And now that's done, everyone who might be reading this, do come along and let me know that you want to know what sort of words or thoughts come to mind when I think of you! I promise to make them follow three-dimensional logic.
Yellow
Whimsy
Bewildering
Hair
Comfort
Now I'm to supply a few thoughts regarding them. Hmmmmm.
Yellow: Oh, this one's easy. Yellow. It's what I am. Orbs, that sounds like some kind of advertising slogan, but it's true. I wasn't so much born as I was extruded from my father's yellow stratum. So, well, Yellow literally is an inextricable part of my being. So it really wouldn't make much sense for me to go round calling myself the King In Forest Green, now, would it?
whimsy: Hmmm. Capricious, unpredictable, playful... I suppose that is me at times, isn't it? I do like to have fun with life.
bewildering: Am I really? Balderdash. You just haven't been paying enough attention. Pay a little more heed and you'll find you aren't quite so lost in the extradimensional subject matters simultaneous to the sidereal gerundities and concurrent to the subtext full of supertext or is that supertext of subtext or possibly the supertext in the R'lyeh Text... what was I talking about again?
hair: ...I was talking about my hair, yes. It is beautiful, no? I'm quite fond of it, myself.
comfort: D'awww. I don't know why you snuggle up to me as much as you do, but a little part of my being is glad for it. Another little part of my being is saying 'raawr, I'm supposed to be terrifying,' and another is saying 'hey, just let folks do what they want.' Aaaand another part says 'zoop dwingle fwoosh.' I don't listen to that bit very often.
And now that's done, everyone who might be reading this, do come along and let me know that you want to know what sort of words or thoughts come to mind when I think of you! I promise to make them follow three-dimensional logic.