You know you’ve read too much Harry Potter in too short a time when you one night dream that you, brandishing a fucking huge two-handed sword (originally belonging to one Godric Gryffindor, I seem to remember), kill one of your flat-mates, because, apparently, he’s Voldemort.
I woke up one morning on the floor right next to a knocked down snake-lamp (you know, those big, thin ones with one big light on top and two smaller ones that you can use as reading lights), ’cause apparently I’d dreamt that my sister was a robot (my snake-lamp looks like a robot) and the only way to kill her would be to rip her extremities off (still not quite sure why I had to kill her, but I have a sneaky feeling that it has something to do with the fact that she’s TEH EVIIL).
Thus Spoketh Terje is a blog where the young, Norwegian gentleman Terje Broadroadthroughtheforest Mossyfield writes about everything and nothing, all the while raping the English language.
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You’re telling me…
I woke up one morning on the floor right next to a knocked down snake-lamp (you know, those big, thin ones with one big light on top and two smaller ones that you can use as reading lights), ’cause apparently I’d dreamt that my sister was a robot (my snake-lamp looks like a robot) and the only way to kill her would be to rip her extremities off (still not quite sure why I had to kill her, but I have a sneaky feeling that it has something to do with the fact that she’s TEH EVIIL).
8. September 2007 @ 19:07 ( Permalink )
You’re all sick. SICK.
8. September 2007 @ 20:13 ( Permalink )
Quite so.
8. September 2007 @ 22:01 ( Permalink )
Indeed.
11. September 2007 @ 16:59 ( Permalink )
Now, all we need is a war, and then we’ll have us a nice, little catch-22…
11. September 2007 @ 17:00 ( Permalink )