God.
Yeah, so, hello layffjargnelll. It's been a while and I have a lot to tell you. Like, the title of this subject board of Approval Mechanics is reminding me of Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff, and I imagine it with Hella Jeff's face and what I imagine to be his voice, because of his speech bubbles in that comic, Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff, usually when he is utterly wingarded by Sweet Bro's uttar regtardated dunkassery.
So... what was I going to tell you? Hmmmmm?
Let us start with a dream, a dream of Ages, of some kind of Videojame wherein You are the Hero, my good friend.
In this dream of the Pokemons, many great scientists (or perhaps just a room full of dunkasses attesting to that [it was not my perspective to know!]) insisted that Arbol, the Storm Summoner, was the most dangerous spirit.
Was this before or after they decided it was a good idea to stuff these things into little balls?
Oh, you know, that Kevin Barnes seems to be crazy in a lot of the same ways I am.
What if you were falling in love more easily than most, because you saw through to divinity more easily? Your imagination taking you over and making someone into a window to magical wonders of math and water. That is dangerous, isn't it? People aren't windows, they have arms and they can hurt you even if you don't stupidly try to close them in the middle of the night when they have a weak ridge that breaks off in sharp plastic pieces.
And when you find someone beautiful, you want to take everything they have to offer and give everything you have. This idea comes in a multi-layered problem factory. I could outline it to you in words, or I could try drawing it, and that might be most comprehensible. But I am going to take on Kevin Barnes' leaf book and outline it in song... you have to imagine the music, bro.
Some of my friends act jealous of the prices I pay
They don't know I don't know another way
To close in on chances
Hold my hand, says
That imaginary one I keep close to the hearth
He's sensitive to the cold, you see
I don't know what I have done now
Have I gathered up a dangerous cloud?
And I wish some people would stay away
And I wish I could find another way
Nicknames I've been given go tumbling through the rain
Na Na Na Moonface
Na Na Na Moonface
I miss you so
----------end of song.
These things are parts of my innermost thoughts, Günther, and I know some people still know about this thing, but I don't think they're listening. For fear of mis-communication, I don't get out much.
See?
So... what was I going to tell you? Hmmmmm?
Let us start with a dream, a dream of Ages, of some kind of Videojame wherein You are the Hero, my good friend.
In this dream of the Pokemons, many great scientists (or perhaps just a room full of dunkasses attesting to that [it was not my perspective to know!]) insisted that Arbol, the Storm Summoner, was the most dangerous spirit.
Was this before or after they decided it was a good idea to stuff these things into little balls?
Oh, you know, that Kevin Barnes seems to be crazy in a lot of the same ways I am.
What if you were falling in love more easily than most, because you saw through to divinity more easily? Your imagination taking you over and making someone into a window to magical wonders of math and water. That is dangerous, isn't it? People aren't windows, they have arms and they can hurt you even if you don't stupidly try to close them in the middle of the night when they have a weak ridge that breaks off in sharp plastic pieces.
And when you find someone beautiful, you want to take everything they have to offer and give everything you have. This idea comes in a multi-layered problem factory. I could outline it to you in words, or I could try drawing it, and that might be most comprehensible. But I am going to take on Kevin Barnes' leaf book and outline it in song... you have to imagine the music, bro.
Some of my friends act jealous of the prices I pay
They don't know I don't know another way
To close in on chances
Hold my hand, says
That imaginary one I keep close to the hearth
He's sensitive to the cold, you see
I don't know what I have done now
Have I gathered up a dangerous cloud?
And I wish some people would stay away
And I wish I could find another way
Nicknames I've been given go tumbling through the rain
Na Na Na Moonface
Na Na Na Moonface
I miss you so
----------end of song.
These things are parts of my innermost thoughts, Günther, and I know some people still know about this thing, but I don't think they're listening. For fear of mis-communication, I don't get out much.
See?