for theoden's sake, i am so bored.
So, I haven't been around much lately. I was asleep for a long, long time. Well, now I'm awake. Again.
I hadn't been outside for a while so I went to Irmo's garden to find something to do. Something that wasn't Irmo - because he disgusts me. Anyway, I was walking around, and the whole place was strangely, completely empty and silent. Except then I found this elf. I have never, ever seen such a beautiful creature before. She was the meaning of perfection. She outdid Varda and Luthien and Frodo Baggins. Really, it could have killed you to see her. Don't expect me to describe it in detail. That stuff bores me and I'm not really good at being poetic or whatever.
The thing was, I walked towards her and then she turned her face to me, and just above her beautiful, beautiful eyes, on her beautiful, beautiful forehead - there it was, a huge, red, disfiguring birthmark. So then I felt horrified. Because if she was going to be beautiful, she had to be perfectly beautiful. She had to be perfect or she had to be horrifying ugly. So then I took her by the neck and I sat her down and I took my knife out of my pocket and I cut her birthmark out of her face. And then I cut her perfectly shaped mouth off. And all the while she was crying and kicking and screaming like people often do, and her lips weren't so beautiful anymore once they were in my hand. They were just little lumps of flesh, grisly and bloody and useless. She looked better without a mouth, with just a red gaping, gushing hole with teeth behind it. She looked like how she deserved to look. And then I dug her violet eyes out of her skull - and they were still beautiful in my hand, so I put them in my pocket and kept them. She was still alive. She was lying there like a heavy, ugly thing - all gawky, rubbery limbs and feet sticking out. I felt sick. I wanted to throw up all over her because it was terrible the way she looked, lying there and crying and clutching at the air. The thing I hated most was the fact that when she breathed her breath would still inflate and deflate her belly, so I bought my foot down hard on it and stamped on it and kicked it in until she was lifeless, and then I felt disappointed. It was just some piece of flesh now, very mangled. I should have only cut up her face a little and made her ugly like she deserved and set things right that way. But there was nothing else to do so I kicked the corpse away and then I went home.
I feel like eating a fruit roll up.
I hadn't been outside for a while so I went to Irmo's garden to find something to do. Something that wasn't Irmo - because he disgusts me. Anyway, I was walking around, and the whole place was strangely, completely empty and silent. Except then I found this elf. I have never, ever seen such a beautiful creature before. She was the meaning of perfection. She outdid Varda and Luthien and Frodo Baggins. Really, it could have killed you to see her. Don't expect me to describe it in detail. That stuff bores me and I'm not really good at being poetic or whatever.
The thing was, I walked towards her and then she turned her face to me, and just above her beautiful, beautiful eyes, on her beautiful, beautiful forehead - there it was, a huge, red, disfiguring birthmark. So then I felt horrified. Because if she was going to be beautiful, she had to be perfectly beautiful. She had to be perfect or she had to be horrifying ugly. So then I took her by the neck and I sat her down and I took my knife out of my pocket and I cut her birthmark out of her face. And then I cut her perfectly shaped mouth off. And all the while she was crying and kicking and screaming like people often do, and her lips weren't so beautiful anymore once they were in my hand. They were just little lumps of flesh, grisly and bloody and useless. She looked better without a mouth, with just a red gaping, gushing hole with teeth behind it. She looked like how she deserved to look. And then I dug her violet eyes out of her skull - and they were still beautiful in my hand, so I put them in my pocket and kept them. She was still alive. She was lying there like a heavy, ugly thing - all gawky, rubbery limbs and feet sticking out. I felt sick. I wanted to throw up all over her because it was terrible the way she looked, lying there and crying and clutching at the air. The thing I hated most was the fact that when she breathed her breath would still inflate and deflate her belly, so I bought my foot down hard on it and stamped on it and kicked it in until she was lifeless, and then I felt disappointed. It was just some piece of flesh now, very mangled. I should have only cut up her face a little and made her ugly like she deserved and set things right that way. But there was nothing else to do so I kicked the corpse away and then I went home.
I feel like eating a fruit roll up.