Didachum, dida chuck...
They say Can-ah, can-tah, annah, Oriza... my first memory
Where was I? Oh yeah... I watched the Punisher tonight, not a bad little flick. The guy with the knife through his chin, into the softness of the roof of his mouth? That was the shiznit.
I was looking back over my LJ for the past year or so, laughing a bit at some of the entries. Fidiot. I was looking for the previous DarkTower entry, having found one in the new book (this shit is like the Gospel to me) Song of Susannah.I really don't want this series to end, but it's dragging me along with it. Forcing itself to an end on September 21, the same day Star Wars comes out on DVD. Fuck beans.
and I quote - without the aid of an electronic version to copy/paste from...
"Lemons?" Eddie had asked. He'd thought he was following Henry, but he guessed he was lost, after all. Of course the sunset had been amazing that evening, and he had been most colossally fucked up.
"You heard me!" Henry had said, warming to the subject. "Fuckin lemons! Didn't they teach you anything in school, bro? Lemons are these little animals that live over in Switzerland, or someplace like that. And every now and then -- I think it's every ten years, I'm not sure -- they get suicidal and throw themselves over the cliffs."
"Oh," Eddie said, biting hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from bursting into mad cackles. "Those lemons. I thought you meant the ones you use to make lemonade."
Now keep in mind, this series of books has spun around me, spitting out advice, dangerous at times, as I've traveled ... looking around at what I have seen, and haven't seen - made me look where I knew better than to look. Here it is again, reminding me of something. A good friend I hope to get back to someday. If this book ends up where I think it might, I might find myself staring at the Nothing, and maybe saving a giant turtle from the sneezes.
I knew I shouldn't have ate that HUGE bowl of rice crispies.
