cantbeyou's RECommendations
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Dear diary, It is difficult to write this, but write it I must! It appears as though I am in love. Initial tests have proved my hypothesis, and all signs point to love. Heart rate? Increased. Day dreaming? Proliferated by 120%. My claws, too, have begun taking to dance if I am not wary. My spatial manipulation tentacles curl and uncurl at random intervals with no cause. And on top of it all, my antennae have started to receive only those transmissions involving the noisesound of humans Barry White, Etta James, and Otis Redding. My tail, however, has shown no signs of love. This minor deviation is overwhelmed by the evidence to the contrary. My quandary, dear diary, is this: The object of my scientifically uncovered affections is yet unknown. It is a very curious conundrum. Clearly, qualifying this emotion with an object is a necessity bound to the nature of love in and of itself. But my knowledge has reached its limit in this. I must seek help over this most lothorative crisis. Plans executed: 1. Called the Anglerpod, who did not pick up. Left a message, inviting him to coffee. It is my greatest hope that he should respond, as I have not seen him for some time. 2. Attending a production of "Waiting For Godot" with the Plant Monster. Perhaps she will provide some insight. 3. Have fed my Monster Book some stories. This has no effect on my crisis, I just forgot yesterday and felt really bad and he was so angry at me when I got home. I promised him I would get him a harness so I could take him for walks, soon. That is all for tonight. Thank you for listening, diary. Provide any feedback you find applicable to my situation. Sincerely, The Ghost in the Machine (Herman) |
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This is how we propose splitting the $4,000 of contributor's profit for MORGAN M. MORGANSEN's DATE WITH DESTINY.
This is a discussion - please leave a REmark in the conversation thread of this RECord with your thoughts! We'd like to finalize by 3/14!
This is a discussion - please leave a REmark in the conversation thread of this RECord with your thoughts! We'd like to finalize by 3/14!
I was trying to figure out a way to participate in the roll call but my resources are limited so here I am, with a doodle. Jenyffer Maria, present in Florida! And soon (three days!) in another location...
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Inspired by cantbeyou's great, disturbing drawing. A little darker than my usual fare! Limbless I have lost my legs and arms Unnecessary accessories That put me in harm’s way And now I sway, unbalanced Numb, lanced. I am just a lump, A sorry stump of flesh and bone That groans for phantoms of Futile shoots And moot roots I pruned the branches So they would grow stronger I no longer think it true Too late, Cruel fate Appendages in bandages Wounds bound And some things only ever found By losing Isn’t Life Amusing? |
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