Inter-world

On this side of the world: Spring!
Everything *blushes*

The garden birds Laugh Out Loud
"Lol lol, lol lol lol"

The cat next door starts to rofl
In beams of sunlight

And evening sports scores are:
Oh-one, oh-one. Oh-

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3:40 AM

I didn't even think, you know..

When I think things, I think them for myself, but I have a habit of thinking that other people have thought them.
For example I said to my darling Joggy Kahnt today: "Don't you feel that you want to escape to another planet? I would understand if you did. That's hoe I would feel in your positiion."

The reason for this outpouring of pretended empathy was that I was feeling fragile and in need of dsome good symparthetic feeling of my emotion by another.
Joggy Kahnt had just had some bad news, which, considering his lack iof proper emotions and all, affected me much more than it could ever have affected him.

The news was that he, out of the big blue, had a child. The child was his alone, even thoughj we are one entity. That's like your siamese twin attached at the brain who sings country songs, having a sausage dog that you didn't know about.

Anyway, the thing about the child led me to feeling a bit like I was old now, I thoght of the young people I know, and how I am nothing like them. I never go outy noe, siamese twin and I, we srtay home and watch you-tube, where all the retards of humanity go to die, and we feel a little less alone.

Not that we are humans at all, oh no, but we like/distrust this planet, and so in a way have assimilated. I don't know, . I am 25 and have a 20 year old son. He has just had sexual intercourse for the first time. He asks my advice about fingering cunts. I am the blue-blood of royalty. The royal blood of the eponymous blueberry.

I'm going to live forever......ever........ever........ever

The crazy band of freewheeling film students did not give up so easily.

It was a long and bitter chase, but in the end I lost and was... 'discovered'.

And like the wanton whore every woman really is deep, deep down inside, I succumbed. The attention, you see.

The other weekend I was made to eat a man on camera. I and two other females feasted on his sweaty flesh. It was most disgusting, made much worse by the fact that I was hung-over from not being drunk the night before.

Later the same day I was required to play the part of Jupiter, the gassy planet. Perhaps it was my astounding farts that got me the job? I may never know.

It was the toothbrushing scene that really had me confused.

And then, almost as soon as it had started, the flurry of interest in my talents was over.

Ah, fame. She is a fickle mistress after all.