I'm comin' undone
I have now had Voodoo Child on repeat for an hour and a half. I feel I may be about to transmogrify into a cross between Anthony Ainley, Christopher Biggins and Zathras. Be afraid. Be very, very afraid.
abzdragon - I don't know you very well, although I like your journal. And your zombie. Nevertheless, you are marked for death, and this is how it will happen: You will be shut into a large box filled with a mixture of very bad instant coffee granules mixed with malt vinegar and English chip-shop curry sauce. You will have a choice between smothering in there or attempting to eat your way out: if you don't die of the smothering you will die of either culture shock or mortified taste buds.
purplewaxhand - I've known you a little longer. I know you to possess an inquiring mind and an aptitude for lateral thinking, and I think I have a good one for you. You will be locked into a bare steel room with forty-three particularly intelligent children under five, all of them at the lifestage where every other word out of their mouths is "Why?". The twist is that I will have modified your brain so that, while you retain your native curiosity, you will no longer remember any of the facts you've learned in your life. It goes without saying that the room will contain no Internet, encyclopedias or any other source of information. You will implode into a black hole of unanswerable questions - either that or the children will eat you. Children are horrid creatures.
Any more for any more? I gotta walk the dogs... I'll kill you when I get back.
abzdragon - I don't know you very well, although I like your journal. And your zombie. Nevertheless, you are marked for death, and this is how it will happen: You will be shut into a large box filled with a mixture of very bad instant coffee granules mixed with malt vinegar and English chip-shop curry sauce. You will have a choice between smothering in there or attempting to eat your way out: if you don't die of the smothering you will die of either culture shock or mortified taste buds.
purplewaxhand - I've known you a little longer. I know you to possess an inquiring mind and an aptitude for lateral thinking, and I think I have a good one for you. You will be locked into a bare steel room with forty-three particularly intelligent children under five, all of them at the lifestage where every other word out of their mouths is "Why?". The twist is that I will have modified your brain so that, while you retain your native curiosity, you will no longer remember any of the facts you've learned in your life. It goes without saying that the room will contain no Internet, encyclopedias or any other source of information. You will implode into a black hole of unanswerable questions - either that or the children will eat you. Children are horrid creatures.
Any more for any more? I gotta walk the dogs... I'll kill you when I get back.