...and talk to figments and make up stories.
But I gave up smoking ages back and if I do any of the above my father will look at me all manner of pokey.
*sigh*
Tell me a story.You win many points if it somehow involves characters of mine or characters I like
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And MacLeod is a good and proper bastard - much approval.
Thank you for the story snippet, it's shiny =)
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One reason I like the book by Lyall Watson Dark Nature: A Natural History of Evil which, grossly summarised, proposes the idea that evil is that which is out of place, in the wrong amount or incorrectly directed ~ an imbalance as it were.
I hope your current neuronal imbalance sorts itself out to allow morpheus entry :)
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Oooh - that's really interesting - especially since I think that was pretty much how the idea of Ma'at and ancient egyptian morality was first explained to me.
I shall put that book on my reading list as doubtless it will give my neurons lots of things to poke at - thank you =)
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Neurons are still fidgety and annoyed they couldn't go.
I think Dickens wrote an article on a christmas ball at Bedlam, sure I read that somewhere...
*wanders off to poke the net*
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Neurons jostle around, spilling about the place like a thousand small ambulatory suns with big boots and miniature tea sets.
*looks up; laughs* If I may ask, my dear, how did yourself and your tea make it up into the electrolier?
One neuron steps forward looking solemn. "These are not the droids you are looking for," it says with a little hand gesture. All the other neurons turn and stare at it. It shuffles back. A silver holds up a sign. "wE Are h0lLogRmZ". Others start giggling and demonstrate this fact by running through various solid objects and each other.
....Ahh, well naturally.....
Neurons squabble about seating arrangements perching on all manner of surfaces, including each other and objects which appear to be invisible or imaginary. They chatter and bicker with various cries akin to 'here!' 'sit there!' and 'mine!' The silvers look on like children despairing at the antics of younger sibling...
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