Comments | dapikkel: I feel so good...

dapikkel

I feel so good...

Apr 16, 2007 01:57

Go listen to your favourite song, or near that. One that makes you feel damn good. One that makes you groove like you're the hottest thing on two feet, if you got 'em, or hotter than that if you don't. Use headphones so it goes straight through your brain and kidnaps your bad mood at gunpoint.

Great! That's how I feel!

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naturelf April 16 2007, 13:34:26 UTC

the hottest thing on two feet, if you got 'em, or hotter than that if you don't.

Hottness increases as a foot-count increases, or is it an inverse relationship?

Also: YOU'RE LISTENING TO TANGENT WOLRD. lolz.

dapikkel April 16 2007, 13:38:22 UTC

I think trying to relate hottness to feet isn't the point here, but communicating and producing the desired effect to/in every reader. Also that gets into some really disturbing fetishes.

PS: YA GIUTAR!S

naturelf April 16 2007, 22:56:16 UTC

Over at Sonic Boom they've got a window to support the new Blonde Redhead album and the mannequins have four legs each.

dapikkel May 9 2007, 08:22:31 UTC

I forgot to mention that this was pretty neat. It'd be even neater if I knew who Blonde Redhead was (a band I guess), or what Sonic Boom was (a music store I guess), or if the mannequins had lasers.

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johnkoziar April 17 2007, 03:17:43 UTC

Imagine you're walking down a darkened street alone and late at night. You kick through discarded bits and wrappers of fast food, slogging through the miasmic glow of the street lights. You decide to take a short-cut down a side-alley. All ahead of you is black as you trod along, and then, a push from behind and you're lying on the dirty pavement on your winded stomach. You turn around apprehensively and see a psycho with a long gleaming metal knife in his hand. You have no chance to escape before he has at you, but not going for the heart or the head right away, but really taking it's time knifeing you a hundred times until you think you may drown in your own blood. The psycho leaves you filled with holes in the alley way, in a deep pool of your own blood, screaming in pain.

Got that? Okay, now imagine that that knife was made of pure, unadulterated joy. That's how I feel.

dapikkel April 17 2007, 05:36:08 UTC

You're makin' fun of me.

johnkoziar April 17 2007, 15:00:58 UTC

You didn't like my analogy?

dapikkel May 9 2007, 08:23:32 UTC

I forgot to mention that your analogy included dying, which is one of the things with which I have a problem in the short term.