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In the deep reaches of space, you'd be amazed how quiet it is. Really quiet. Imagine, for a second, if those kids next door could stop shouting and screeching for just three minutes, and that the crickets, or rats, or whatever they are inside the walls (they make lots of noise at any rate - if they are crickets they should most definitely get their fingernails trimmed, for the love of silence and probably their own sex life, as it's hard to imagine them attracting any mates even with the most seductive chirrup thing they do with their legs, and if they do get any attention it's likely to be of the "Oh hey, look at that freak with the long fingernails" variety, which counts as attention, but probably not the sort you're likely to brag about, if you're the sort of brag about getting attention, and I'm not entirely sure which was crickets are inclined, when it comes to attention and their own personal cravings (which I'm sure even varies from each individual cricket to the next) - at any rate, long fingernails, probably not sexy at all on crickets, therefore, ergo, all that, no sex for crickets with long fingernails. And not even going to the cinema with members of the opposite gender, cricket-wise, and attempting to sneakily hold their hand during the course of the film, 1) because your little crickets hands will have grotesquely large fingernails that inhibit freely grabbing someone else's hand when they're not expecting it and may attempt to jerk their hand out of the way, risking, literally, life and limb to your bloody long fingernails, and 2) reaching over with legs that do that chirpy mating noise sort of thing during the course of a film may be the equivalent of attempting to ring the person on their mobile phone during the course of the film, to put it back towards the human sort of scope of things, or at least nudge the narrative back in that general direction, a direction fading over the top of the hill like a sunset, when you're sitting the car at the top of the hill admiring the view when you realise you've forgotten to set the handbrake and you're slowly, slowly, slowly, uh oh, noticeable now, and noticeably quicker still now, and suddenly you're at the bottom of the hill, sort of half stuck in a little creek that ran, you commented earlier, on the way up the hill, 'in a picturesque manner round the bottom of the hill' with a certain degree of self-consciousness about how fake-sounding that sounded, even though you did sort of mean it, in a not entirely focused on the description at hand because your primary task at hand was driving, and attempting not to run the car off the edges of the rather tiny road, worthy of a spot in a Corofin travel brochure, but now you're feeling it's decidedly less picturesque, especially with your car in it, and even though the sun is in the same place it was earlier, perhaps a bit lower in the sky due to the rotation of the Earth, and don't start with that old complaint again about the movements of the heavenly spheres, so the description of the sun dipping away over the hill is slightly inaccurate, in this case, as it was yourself, the car, and your fellow passenger(s), if any, which would make you speaking out loud about the picturesque creek a little easier to understand, especially your reaction to feel self-conscious about the remarks afterwards, as if you were on your own I wouldn't imagine you should be terribly self-conscious, or any more so, for having said that about the creek, but relativity is a fine thing, especially when describing stuff, so long as you don't go overboard with it.), and you were sitting there in your study, if you're lucky enough to have a study, or perhaps a nook, if you're not quite so lucky as to have a study but lucky enough to have a nook, or chair, or corner of the floor, or hard metal thing with spikes on it, in order of lucky to less lucky (though you may enjoy the hard metal thing with spikes on it, it may relax your mind, who's to tell/judge what some people do for relaxation? In which case, ignore the luckiness ranking and probably the bit about sexy crickets.), maybe with a thing burning slowly away in one of your hands or in an ashtray (or somewhere else where burning things don't adversely effect the environment, and by adversely we mean having the environment you're describing not burst into uncontrollable flames that rage out of the environment you're describing and into other ones, making it increasingly difficult to distinguish between your environment and the ones surrounding it, which usually, at this point, might contain people in various states of dress complaining and shouting something about you having set fire to their personal space or something to that effect, though that isn't necessarily the most effective way of determining whether or not the thing in question is part of the originally described environment or a separate one), if you're into that sort of thing, as well, and it's very quiet like.

Ehm, so anyway, quiet space, deep space. There are probably really tiny planets out there that get really lonely, because you get lonely sometimes, when it's quiet, you know? And when you're a small hunk of rock, as well, I suppose.

disclaimer:
Okay, okay, so before the abuse comes torrenting down, notice I mentioned Corofin, and not little roads adjacent to Corofin.

This issue was not checked for your daily allotment of vitamin B12.



		archives horoscopes accessories contacts theatre fables home Search Sane: [A Note on My.Netscape.Com]		Requiem for a Small Planet Without a Name In the deep reaches of space, you'd be amazed how quiet it is. Really quiet. Imagine, for a second, if those kids next door could stop shouting and screeching for just three minutes, and that the crickets, or rats, or whatever they are inside the walls (they make lots of noise at any rate - if they are crickets they should most definitely get their fingernails trimmed, for the love of silence and probably their own sex life, as it's hard to imagine them attracting any mates even with the most seductive chirrup thing they do with their legs, and if they do get any attention it's likely to be of the "Oh hey, look at that freak with the long fingernails" variety, which counts as attention, but probably not the sort you're likely to brag about, if you're the sort of brag about getting attention, and I'm not entirely sure which was crickets are inclined, when it comes to attention and their own personal cravings (which I'm sure even varies from each individual cricket to the next) - at any rate, long fingernails, probably not sexy at all on crickets, therefore, ergo, all that, no sex for crickets with long fingernails. And not even going to the cinema with members of the opposite gender, cricket-wise, and attempting to sneakily hold their hand during the course of the film, 1) because your little crickets hands will have grotesquely large fingernails that inhibit freely grabbing someone else's hand when they're not expecting it and may attempt to jerk their hand out of the way, risking, literally, life and limb to your bloody long fingernails, and 2) reaching over with legs that do that chirpy mating noise sort of thing during the course of a film may be the equivalent of attempting to ring the person on their mobile phone during the course of the film, to put it back towards the human sort of scope of things, or at least nudge the narrative back in that general direction, a direction fading over the top of the hill like a sunset, when you're sitting the car at the top of the hill admiring the view when you realise you've forgotten to set the handbrake and you're slowly, slowly, slowly, uh oh, noticeable now, and noticeably quicker still now, and suddenly you're at the bottom of the hill, sort of half stuck in a little creek that ran, you commented earlier, on the way up the hill, 'in a picturesque manner round the bottom of the hill' with a certain degree of self-consciousness about how fake-sounding that sounded, even though you did sort of mean it, in a not entirely focused on the description at hand because your primary task at hand was driving, and attempting not to run the car off the edges of the rather tiny road, worthy of a spot in a Corofin travel brochure, but now you're feeling it's decidedly less picturesque, especially with your car in it, and even though the sun is in the same place it was earlier, perhaps a bit lower in the sky due to the rotation of the Earth, and don't start with that old complaint again about the movements of the heavenly spheres, so the description of the sun dipping away over the hill is slightly inaccurate, in this case, as it was yourself, the car, and your fellow passenger(s), if any, which would make you speaking out loud about the picturesque creek a little easier to understand, especially your reaction to feel self-conscious about the remarks afterwards, as if you were on your own I wouldn't imagine you should be terribly self-conscious, or any more so, for having said that about the creek, but relativity is a fine thing, especially when describing stuff, so long as you don't go overboard with it.), and you were sitting there in your study, if you're lucky enough to have a study, or perhaps a nook, if you're not quite so lucky as to have a study but lucky enough to have a nook, or chair, or corner of the floor, or hard metal thing with spikes on it, in order of lucky to less lucky (though you may enjoy the hard metal thing with spikes on it, it may relax your mind, who's to tell/judge what some people do for relaxation? In which case, ignore the luckiness ranking and probably the bit about sexy crickets.), maybe with a thing burning slowly away in one of your hands or in an ashtray (or somewhere else where burning things don't adversely effect the environment, and by adversely we mean having the environment you're describing not burst into uncontrollable flames that rage out of the environment you're describing and into other ones, making it increasingly difficult to distinguish between your environment and the ones surrounding it, which usually, at this point, might contain people in various states of dress complaining and shouting something about you having set fire to their personal space or something to that effect, though that isn't necessarily the most effective way of determining whether or not the thing in question is part of the originally described environment or a separate one), if you're into that sort of thing, as well, and it's very quiet like. Ehm, so anyway, quiet space, deep space. There are probably really tiny planets out there that get really lonely, because you get lonely sometimes, when it's quiet, you know? And when you're a small hunk of rock, as well, I suppose. disclaimer: Okay, okay, so before the abuse comes torrenting down, notice I mentioned Corofin, and not little roads adjacent to Corofin. This issue was not checked for your daily allotment of vitamin B12.


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