A creative soul lost in the eternal void

Apr 01, 2003 17:20

Once again I am whiling away the hours trying to avoid the central paradox of my existence: that I am a creation of my own imagination. Instead I am focusing on my latest composition, my Fantasia for Transvibramat and Gvidzdvelvian orchestra, opus 1.465 x 10^28. Now that I'm no longer limited to the realm of physical reality, I can write music ( Read more... )

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tegan_lj April 1 2003, 15:51:55 UTC
That almost makes me want to visit you...

...but not quite.

Men and women, you say? In whose body?

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lord_omega April 2 2003, 20:24:05 UTC
Men and women, you say? In whose body?

In my body, of course. Remember, this was back when I had one *sigh*. It doesn't matter. Ever since the Doctor forced me to confront the facts of my existence, I've been unable to take pleasure in anything. I am constantly reminded it is only illusory. Anyone have a body in decent condition they want to get rid of?

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yourfutureruler April 1 2003, 16:18:14 UTC
Hello? Could your imaginary head be any further up your own imaginary arse?

Speaking of which, that's not much of an imaginary self you've imagined yourself.

Look at the TARDIS. Or the Hamstertardis. Or that weird librarian woman in her new please-fuck-me body. At least they're trying...

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lord_omega April 2 2003, 20:26:32 UTC
Oh, it's sooo imaginative to steal the appearance of some second-rate Earth celebrity. Hah! My new avatar is infinitely more creative, and I made it in .3 nanoseconds. Unfortunately, you don't get the full effect viewing it only two dimensions. The real nuances only come out in twirly space.

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ljofrassilon April 3 2003, 00:46:04 UTC
I'm glad to see your fashion sense hasn't changed one iota.

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