Ariss
Don't let it go to your head.
It was a tuesday. It's always a tuesday when these things happen, not because tuesdays are special or anything, but simply because that is what tuesdays are for. A man approached the dreamer, as men are sometimes wont to do, but this one said only, "You smell."
"Of course I smell," the dreamer replied. "Doesn't everyone? That is what we have noses for, after all. Silly."
Taken aback, the man frowned. "No, I mean you smell."
The dreamer smiled. None of it mattered anyway. For all she knew, none of it was even real, but if the man would go to the bother of approaching her about this, chances were he was onto something, real or otherwise. So be it; still didn't matter. Instead of replying, she kicked the dirt and looked up, up to the sky, the clouds, the stars, the sun and moons, and cast her arm skyward, as if tossing something invisible to catch the firmament.
"Brilliant."
You feel you have a lithium
"It's no problem. No problem at all. Just adjust the thingymabob and fiddle with the whatchamajiggit and there we go, good as new!"
But new things do have problems. They always have problems. It's like having a baby and then expecting nothing horrible to happen. Sure, you and they usually survive, but coming out alive is a far cry from coming out unscathed. You always come out scathed. It's part of the process. It affects you and them and everything and everyone involved, and that is part of what makes it so precious and so terrible.
As for the problems themselves, well, let's stick to the baby metaphor, shall we? You know you have problems when it's quiet. That's the worst thing that can happen. Sure, you can sleep as a result, but as a result, you can't sleep, not ever again, at least... not any time soon. Not after that.
If there isn't a problem, that's when you know you have a problem.
You feel you have a hybrid engine
"It's no problem. No problem at all. Just adjust the thingymabob and fiddle with the whatchamajiggit and there we go, good as new!"
But ugly bathtubs do have problems. Make no assumptions. It's like having a baby... Option... Skyscraper... Not mad? How is this not mad? It is a mad poet's depiction of madness; how much more mad can you get? But coming out alive is a far cry from coming out unscathed. It affects you and them and everything and everyone involved... Horse...
As for the problems themselves, well, let's stick to the baby metaphor, shall we? Goats are nice. Adorable little creatures... they make nice lawnmowers. That's the worst thing that can happen. Sure, you can sleep as a result, but as a result, you can't sleep, not ever again, at least... Tennis racket... Ramen noodle...
If there isn't a problem, that's when you know you have a problem.
- Some of this text is randomly generated. We take no responsibility for the nonsequences.