TM-challenge: Mirror
What do you think when you look in the mirror?
I look in the mirror and all I see is a young old man with only a dream.
Oh wait. That's not me. That's Patrick Swayze.
Who will no doubt be commenting in this journal momentarily. When you do tag in, Mr. Swayze, perhaps you can explain the powerful black magic assuring that, while I have lost the memory of so much of my long lifespan -- including my real name, homecountry, and the identties of my parents -- I have not been able to hire a shaman, witch or sorcerer who can eradicate a single note of the soundtrack to Dirty Dancing.
Let me try again. . .
I'll be your mirror, reflect what you are, in case you don't know. I'll be the wind, the rain, and the sunset, the light on your door to show that you're home.
No, wait, that's Lou Reed. As sung by Nico. Did she really have any talent, or was she foisted on the band? Discuss. Though Darla, dear, if you girls are still looking to do a trio for the wedding, that might be an interesting choice. Dru could stand in for Buffy.
Do over. . .
I'm starting with the man in the mirror. I'm asking him to change his ways.
Yes, that would be Michael Jackson. No comment.
Let me call up some Bruce. . .
I take my look in the mirror. Wanna change my clothes my hair my face.
OK, honestly? Not so much. But please, you think Bruce does either? It's such a line. Shuffle the IPod and. . .yet more Bruce:
It's a sad man, my friend, who's livin' in his own skin, and can't stand the company.
Ah yes. Truer words never spoken. And not a problem I'm likely to have. I wish everyone were as easy for me to get along with as I am.
I look in the mirror and all I see is a young old man with only a dream.
Oh wait. That's not me. That's Patrick Swayze.
Who will no doubt be commenting in this journal momentarily. When you do tag in, Mr. Swayze, perhaps you can explain the powerful black magic assuring that, while I have lost the memory of so much of my long lifespan -- including my real name, homecountry, and the identties of my parents -- I have not been able to hire a shaman, witch or sorcerer who can eradicate a single note of the soundtrack to Dirty Dancing.
Let me try again. . .
I'll be your mirror, reflect what you are, in case you don't know. I'll be the wind, the rain, and the sunset, the light on your door to show that you're home.
No, wait, that's Lou Reed. As sung by Nico. Did she really have any talent, or was she foisted on the band? Discuss. Though Darla, dear, if you girls are still looking to do a trio for the wedding, that might be an interesting choice. Dru could stand in for Buffy.
Do over. . .
I'm starting with the man in the mirror. I'm asking him to change his ways.
Yes, that would be Michael Jackson. No comment.
Let me call up some Bruce. . .
I take my look in the mirror. Wanna change my clothes my hair my face.
OK, honestly? Not so much. But please, you think Bruce does either? It's such a line. Shuffle the IPod and. . .yet more Bruce:
It's a sad man, my friend, who's livin' in his own skin, and can't stand the company.
Ah yes. Truer words never spoken. And not a problem I'm likely to have. I wish everyone were as easy for me to get along with as I am.