jay-b (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jaclyn_sparrow) wrote,@ 2008-02-13 00:52:00 |
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v'day rhymes with bidet
who's excited for valentine's day? me! i am TOTALLY excited because it's just this worthwhile holiday where everyone feels equally loved and respected as, like, humans, which is what we all are. together. it's just so inspiring, you know? i know. when i look at my species, i just want to shower them with tiny chalk-flavored hearts that remind them to "love me" and "fax me" and "be mine." and i think, i really do think, that as those chalky raindrops hit the faces of the collective and fall effortlessly onto the cement beneath their feet, those wonderful people will pick them up and they will remember. they will remember everything.
and they will laugh, oh how they will laugh, and they will all put the heart to their mouth and they will taste a bite of that sweet, sweet chalk, and in that instant the chalk will sieze them. it will take over their tongues, their throats, their chests, and pretty soon they will be made entirely out of chalk, and there will be no actual heart, or skin, or essence left of that person. and then we will all walk the streets and leave dusty footprints as we walk, and we will walk and walk until we are nothing but trails of chalk on city pavement, and then the wind will carry our chalk dust ashes away, like erasers of the universe clapping our personal histories into the harvestlands land of invisible ether. and all that will be left of us is the memory of one sanguine, special holiday. forever. in the hearts of nonexistant men.
who's excited for valentine's day? me! i am TOTALLY excited because it's just this worthwhile holiday where everyone feels equally loved and respected as, like, humans, which is what we all are. together. it's just so inspiring, you know? i know. when i look at my species, i just want to shower them with tiny chalk-flavored hearts that remind them to "love me" and "fax me" and "be mine." and i think, i really do think, that as those chalky raindrops hit the faces of the collective and fall effortlessly onto the cement beneath their feet, those wonderful people will pick them up and they will remember. they will remember everything.
and they will laugh, oh how they will laugh, and they will all put the heart to their mouth and they will taste a bite of that sweet, sweet chalk, and in that instant the chalk will sieze them. it will take over their tongues, their throats, their chests, and pretty soon they will be made entirely out of chalk, and there will be no actual heart, or skin, or essence left of that person. and then we will all walk the streets and leave dusty footprints as we walk, and we will walk and walk until we are nothing but trails of chalk on city pavement, and then the wind will carry our chalk dust ashes away, like erasers of the universe clapping our personal histories into the harvestlands land of invisible ether. and all that will be left of us is the memory of one sanguine, special holiday. forever. in the hearts of nonexistant men.
