Nov 09, 2009 09:31
[The video turns on to one Ling Yao, laying out on the floor of a shop that looks to be stocked with various cooking utensils. His limbs are stretched out wide as if attempting to make a snow angel minus the snow, and he has several pillows beneath and surrounding him. He's staring up at the ceiling with intense concentration, and after a moment, his mumbling voice can be heard.]
...one-thousand eight-hundred forty-four, one-thousand eight-hundred forty-five, one-thousand eight-hundred forty-six...
[And so it continues until the feed times out. Who wants to help him count - and recount and recount and recount - ceiling tiles?]
*event,
practice for when he's a rich emperor,
*event: i dream of...,
it never ever ends,
probably stuck for a while,
shut up you're keeping him awake,
pleasepleaseplease