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Oscar Wilde Wants Your Lunch"Oscar Wilde wants your lunch." She looked up from her store-bought, prepackaged meal of miniature hot dogs to give me a sort of flat, sort of weirded-out, clearly not amused expression. It was not in the least atypical; I seem to get reactions like that from a lot of people. "What?" "Oscar Wilde wants your lunch," I repeated goofily. "He wants to eat your lunch, and you have to eat it before he takes it away from you." She reached into the plastic container and pulled out a packet of mustard. "Can't he just go get one at the store?" "No, he wants yours specifically." "WhOscar Wilde Wants Your Lunch


Space Zeppelin Adventures - 2It was a short drive from Carolyn's house to Kurt Kilgore's garage. Kurt's garage was not technically his garage at all, nor was it a garage in the typical sense of the word. His uncle, you see, had been an airplane pilot before voluntarily relinquishing his pilot's license for the pursuit of mountain biking, and he had privately owned a great airplane hangar for the purpose of storing airplanes. Not that he actually owned any of the airplanes; he merely stored and sometimes flew them. He had given the hangar to Kurt, on the basis that "you might find something useful to do with it" (those were his exact words). It was, thusly, technically noSpace Zeppelin Adventures - 2


Space Zeppelin Adventures - 1The alarm clock rang to announce the arrival of 6:30 AM. Carolyn Lewis reached her arm out towards the device to shut it off. Her eyes were closed and her head still hid underneath the covers. Relieved, she breathed outward and nestled in deeper amongst her entanglement of pillows, sheets and a bedcover. It's Saturday, she reasoned. I don't have to get up today. This, of course, was an exaggeration, as she knew she was going to have to get up out of bed sometime that day. But what she meant, of course, was that she did not have to get up early, and that was the issue that mattered to her. I don't want to get up, Carolyn groaned deSpace Zeppelin Adventures - 1
| THIS IS THE STORY OF THE HARE WHO LOST HIS SPECTACLES. |
| Stuff that I thought was awesome. |

| Hi. I'm Pippin. That isn't my real name. My real name is Bonnie. Pippin, however, is the one I use online all the time so it's what you call me. If you don't like it, you can leave. Or call me Bonzo. Or call me Jude. Take your pick. I live in Southern California. And I have an American accent. Although I frequently use an English accent. Someday I want to live there, or at least go there. My life mostly consists of drawing, writing, my hamster Strawberry, school, my friends (especially Kolya, my best friend with whom I am going to run away and form a rock band when we're old enough), my music...oh gosh, I love my music. Mostly classic rock, psychedelic rock and indie rock. (Top favorite bands are Neutral Milk Hotel, Pink Floyd/Syd Barrett, the Doors, the Beatles, and Talking Heads.) And I'm in some rock bands, too - Torch, Plant on Premises, the R.A.S. Project, and the Backseat Band, none of which you have most likely heard of. I also have a very prolific solo career as Pippin Sparks. [link] You know you want to know what this is. I am interested in psychology (especially mental disorders and depression), have Aspergers' Syndrome, hyperlexia and synesthesia. Look 'em up. (I've believed myself to have had hypomania, bipolar disorder and depression at different times of my life as well.) I also have a music blog, The Droning Volume. I am simutaneously asexual (though pansexual in my fangirling) and genderqueer. I will now quote my friend Phee and say look them up, then get over it. I love psychedelic art/music/writing/thought but I am very much opposed to the drugs aspect of it. I'm what I call a "Pure Stater" (that is, psychedelic without the drug-taking). Surrealism, abstract art, expressionism, impressionism, dadaism and pop art are awesome. So is Jackson Pollock. Dali, Van Gogh and Warhol are awesome. Syd Barrett, Jeff Mangum, John Lennon and Freddie Mercury are awesome. Monty Python and Mr. Bean are awesome. British humor is awesome. British accents are awesome. Britain is awesome. Punk, DIY and mock beatnik-ism (ooh, and real beatnik-ism!) are awesome. Funky knee socks are awesome. Lots of things are awesome. Cheers. |
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If great minds think alike, then how do all the idiots think?
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Cheers.
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An apple a day keeps the doctor away. Especialy if you throw it hard enough.
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Cheers.
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An apple a day keeps the doctor away. Especialy if you throw it hard enough.
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100% of people are people, post this in your signature if you are the 0% who is not a people.
HEY CHILDREN! I DO COMMISSIONS AGAIN! I'm saving $200 before Christmas so every little bit helps. C: AND PLUSHIES MAKE A GREAT HOLIDAY GIFT MMHMM.
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Cheers.
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100% of people are people, post this in your signature if you are the 0% who is not a people.
HEY CHILDREN! I DO COMMISSIONS AGAIN! I'm saving $200 before Christmas so every little bit helps. C: AND PLUSHIES MAKE A GREAT HOLIDAY GIFT MMHMM.
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And she said "We could either be burdened by this, or enjoy it." And I, for one, intend to have a good time!
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Cheers.
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