How High?

How High is a mountain that is still growing, like the Alps or the Himalayalayians. Harold asked that one day. But then the Lynk came and dropped him from one of these mountains. Then Harold new how high, and how low it was underneath. But the mountain was lower after he had been dropped from it. Because although it had grown a little, the ground was also higher up from what it was, given the addition of Harold's body.

How Low is the sea? It's not low, it's at sea level isn't it. Stupid question.

How diagonally wide is the throat of a lama? I guess I'll never know. Harold knew, but he got dropped from the mountain. The Lynk also knows, but he's a bit of a crafty one, so he won't say.

He can't say, he won't say, I want to say.

But unfortunately Wikipedia doesn't tell me.

20th Century, 21st Century, Twentysomething.

How High?

The Destructors

I read the Third Man this week. The man who wrote it also wrote a story called the Destructors, where some children flood somebodys house. They also burn money.

My washing machine flooded my bathroom. I burnt money by spending it in Burger King and Schokotek.

Am I a Third Man? Perhaps the Third Man to do something, be something, or the Third Man of a certain person. Who knows?

Bloody Graham Greene, cheers mate.

"I am really craving Onions"

"Time Flies like an arrow,
Fruit flies like a Banana.
Benno likes you"

Tischgul Marrytoph

Seera Timpo ell gastrato unsigio.
Harra nontygul ebba Tischgul marsidio.
Hestibula gondrytabballe gerry mondtu herramore
Mosthug hestrophe daddaistischisch barrymore
Harrow en du Dill, Gestem herry gols
Gerrow undie facht, Gollun gerrow dols

Rosie Poesie Whoopsy Daisy

See the goldfish sitting in his chair,
calling back ghosts that are no longer there.
With her natural hair hanging to the floor,
I don't think I've ever loved you more.
Gold it's not, but more like a mouse,
But mousey hair only can be honesty
I think.
I don't know.
See, feel, touch...love.
Hear, speak, read...enough

What's it all about?
I don't know what I mean

A drink a drink a drink to Lilly the Pink the Pink the Pink

I don't have any Hot Chocolate. I want Hot Chocolate. I can't find it anywhere. Only cheap machine made Hot Chocolate

I have Hot Chocolate. I realise I don't like Hot Chocolate. I throw it out.

Repeat.

Ich habe keine heisse Schokolade. Ich will heisse Schokolade. Ich kann es nirgendwo finden. Nur billige Automat heisse Schokolade.

Ich habe heisse Schokolade. Ich errinne mich, dass ich nicht heisse Schokolade mag. Ich wurfe es weg.

Wiederholen

Fall der Punks

When I got to the Party of Special Things to Do, it wasn't hard to find Elixa Sue. I met all the cards, the wild cards, the one-eye jill, the red queen - she turned her head, you know what I mean?? She turned it back, and said:
"I got a brand new game I want to lay on you"
I met them all

Als ich nach der Party der spezialen Dingen zu tun kam, es war nicht schwierig, Elixa Sue zu finden. Ich traf mich mit allen den Karten, die wilde Karten, die Ein-Auge Jill, die rote Konigin - sie drehte ihren Kopf, du weist was ich meine?? Sie drehte es zuruck, und sagte:
"Ich habe ein brandneues Spiel, das ich auf dir legen will"
Ich traf mich mit Allen

What Mattie Did

Love has no heart, just as I have no idea. Bilo, a small person in size but big in personality, saw one day a nice row of trees by the side of the road. They were for sale. Some ugly looking Gerbil was selling them, but the trees themselves were simply wonderful. Bilo spoke for hours with the trees (as he had a certain gift for such things) and the trees spoke back. They were like the Ents in the Lord of the Rings. Bilo was unsure about buying the trees, as nice as they were, as he'd bought such things before and the moment he took them to his garden, they were completely different trees. But still he carried on talking away, like this:

ummmmmmmmyaatrahhhhhhhhhhhsuk

Which roughly translates as "I get the impression you are different to other trees I have known". And the trees replied collectively with "gerrrrrrrrr" which means yes. And so Bilo decided that he would find the courage to over come the risk of them doing exactly the same as every other tree, and to take them with him. But as he was about to do so, a Hamster came by (who's name was Deteramenthol) and said to the trees "Serrrrrrrrrrumjabawockygum", which means "you can come with me". And the trees said "OK" which means "ok" and they went with him, and Bilo was just left looking at the ugly Gerbil and wishing he was a Hamster. He was only a Shrew, and Shrews don't really matter. Their heart is only small and therefore it's like breaking a nail, a slight inconvenience but nothing more. Oh well oh well oh well.


Liebe hat kein herz, genauso wie ich keine Ahnung habe. Bilo, eine kleine Person, die klein in Größe ist, aber die groß in Personlichkeit ist, sah eines Tages eine Baumreihe bei der Straße. Sie waren zum Verkaufen. Eine häßliche Wüstenrennmaus war der Verkäufer, aber die Bäume waren einfach wunderbar. Bilo sprach für viele Stunden mit den Bäumen (denn er hat einen Talent dafür) und die Bäumen sprachen zurück. Sie waren wie die Ents in Der Herr Der Ringe. Bilo war aber unsicher, wenn er die Bäumen kaufen sollte, oder nicht, so schön wie sie waren, denn er hat solche Sachen früher gekauft, und so bald wie er sie zu seinen Garten nahm, waren sie ganz andere Bäumen. Aber er sprach weiter, und sagt:

ummmmmmmmyaatrahhhhhhhhhhhsuk

Das bedeutet umgefähr "ich glaube vielleicht ihr seid anders von anderen Bäumen die ich früher kannte". Und die Bäume antworteten zusammen "Gerrrrrrrrrr", und das bedeutet Ja. Und so Bilo entschiedete, dass er den Mut finden würde, das Risiko, dass sie nicht anders wären, zu ignorieren, und dass er sie mitnehmen wollte. Aber in diesem Moment kam ein Hamster (Deteramenthol mit Namen) und sagte den Bäumen ""Serrrrrrrrrrumjabawockygum", und das bedeutet "Ihr konnt mit mir kommen". Und die Bäume sagten "OK", und das bedeutet "ok", und sie gingen mit ihm. Bilo war dann allein gelassen, und konnte nur an der Wüstenrennmaus schauen und wünschen, dass er ein Hamster wäre. Er war nur eine Spitzmaus, und Spitzmäuse sind nicht wichtig. Ihrer Herzen sind nur klein und deshalb ist es nur wie wenn man ein Nagel brecht, eine Unbequemlichkeit aber nichts mehr. Naja naja naja

If you've lost your faith in Love and Music, the end won't be long. Well I suppose there's still Music. The ship seems to be sailing in two directions. Why can't I decide? I don't miss what I've had, but I still search it. But why? Every time it is the same, I want the orange without the skin. There should be some kind of law of risk. For example, is it worth losing a friend by attempting to go any further? I think no. But why can't I believe that I don't need somebody? All the proof is there, me + somebody else = bad ending. I just wish I could either accept that or believe it's wrong, instead of swinging between the two and meeting my emotions on the way back. If I knew what I wanted I could look for it, but I don't. If I knew why I was so distant then I could fix it, but again I don't. I look for new hair styles, new clothes, new projects or whatever, to try and think it's a new start, but it never is because I never change. I'm fed up of me. I want to enjoy normal things like other people. Meh

Poosic to my ears

A lovely friend of mine and I were talking while Ice Skating about the worst songs ever, and I see she has made a short list already, so Ada, I will join thee! here are my contributions:

Let It Be, by the Beatles- This was my contribution the other day, it sounds like a hymn, but so do many other songs that actually are hymns. And how about that, they aren't usually that interesting either! The title gave them their best advice really...

This Love, By Maroon Five - This song has taken it's toll on me, I've heard this shite, too many times before. At No point in the history of music was such rubbish necessary. Record Boss: "Hmm what can we do, rock's quite popular isn't it, and erm....yeah, pop is too, why don't we completely spoil them both by insulting the genres with such diluted piles of dung. Mr Levine we have a result!"

Yellow, by Coldplay - I think this one explains itself.

Don't Stop Me Now, by Queen - Because whenever this is played, you are sure to be having the worst time either, and Queen's pansy handed attempt at classical music with rock is also sure to be the last straw in what was probably a rubbish evening anyway.

School's Out, by Alice Cooper - This was covered by a silly little teen act called Daphne and Celeste I think. I had never realised up to this point how bad it was.

You Can Call Me Al, by Paul Simon - It pretty much shows why Paul Simon without the "& Garfunkel" suffix is a waste of audio tape. I don't want to be your body guard, and I don't want you as my long lost pal, I want songs like you did on the first 4 Simon and Garfunkel albums that are subtle, fine examples of minimalist folk with poetic references. Not stuff that rhymes "pal" with a made up name, when you could easily have put "If you'll be my body guard, 'cos I'm not very tall" and rhymed it with his actual name. The fool!

The original list by Ada you will find here:
List of bad songs

I hope you all disagree with me =)

You Toe Pea Ahhhhhhh

I am green, I am blue, but I am not red.
I have feet, I have hands, but not sure about the head.

What does that say to you? If the answer is nothing then you are correct. If it is something else, you might still be correct, but you are a cleverer person than I and you should be in psychology or something. Something, over the same row, may I cry? If nerds cry over the same row, why then oh why can't I?

I am talking nonsense, but I am also talking sense. That is me. I'm sorry for somebody that I let down once (Or twice, I have not been told about any more than the once but I would presume I did more than once). You are a very nice shade of yellow, but I unfortunately I am green and the two only fit together rarely, if ever. I'm sorry for my colour.

But I am happy, I think. I have a sore throat, but despite this, it's ok. C'est Ok. Es ist Ok. 's wonderful, said George Gershwin once, but only because that was the title of his song. Did he mean it? Who knows. He always seemed content though.

The Albion Sails on Course