[A COMET APPEARS]

May 01, 2007 15:52

A few minutes after darkness came down and my family exploted in a scene reminiscent of a Rhythm Tengoku stage (you know, the one with the fireworks)*, while humming a cute Leonard Cohen song to myself (Tower of Song! "I was born with the gift of a golden voice"), a thought came to me: what proof do I have of being human? I know, I know, this reeks of emo and repetition a thousand miles away, but hear me out for a second here.

They can't find my pulse or feel my heart, my blood pressure is doooown to the basement strugling against the family tradition my grandfather, mother and father are trying to uphold so well with their hypertension problems, then they can't find my veins anywhere and 10 nurses are needed to get the damn red liquid outta my system?!? That doesn't speak very well of my humanness. I'm an ectoplasm...a..a 2dplasm... a PIXEL, that's what I am.

I come from the 8bit planet, a member of the Sprite community. We know not of anti-aliasing, Z-Buffering or polygon counts and frame-rate is not an issue for us.

You humans are a bit repulsive, I must say... I gross you out in the same way, I am sure. Don't worry. I'll make my stay in your planet short.

*explanation to come in future update, although i'd much rather talk to someone about it than write it down in a stupid livejournal entry, passing it through thestupid "2d filter" which will make it even more impossible to understand for all of you and... i'll shut up now.
Previous post Next post
Up