'Tickle your feet and imagination' 5/26/05
the card says. Some fortune. I tickle my feet. They're all sweaty and really hot because it's so hot out and I'm all really hot and sweaty. Ew. I'm so clueless, falling into some mysterious void. I can almost feel myself dropping, not so much falling, but dropping, right down, away, away from this reality, emptying out. How am I supposed to tickle my imagination if it's fallen into the void with the rest of me?
I look down the deep hole. It goes on forever, and is infinitely black. I can hardly see myself any more. I'm all trickling into the pit and I'm going to lose me, so I jump in after me and start to swim.
I search around myself for any bits of me that are left. A tiny purple speck of me is dawdling to my left - or I think it's my left, I'm not completely sure. I pull the bits of me together in an effort to grab the purple bit, but I miss. I've moved off, far to the right. Apparently I'm floating in the void. The speck is ten times further away now. I try again, but no success. The void is against me.
I get an idea. I pull off a shoe, the heaviest object I have on me. I position my back to the purple speck, and chuck the shoe as hard as I can out in front of me. The shoe goes forward; I go backwards. Perfect. I guess I learned something from science class after all.
I reach the speck. I pull it in to me. I feel a little tingle as I reconnect with this small portion of my soul. Only 1,778,241 bits left, I surmise. How wrong I was.
I see another speck right ahead. This one is bright red, and twice the size of the purple bit. I pull off my other shoe, shove away, one less dot of me in the void, one more piece of me reattached to its rightful owner. I look around me once more. A yellow speck floats to my right, taunting me, tantalizing. But what to throw now? There is nothing else on me heavy enough to throw, and I'd rather not float around naked for the rest of my life, or at least however long I would be stuck here. What can I do? I'm stranded.
Or so I think.
I decide after a while that floating around getting hungry and needing to pee isn't going to help the situation. I need a plan. I start off thinking rationally - there is no way I can get out because there is no exit. But I soon change tactic. Instead, I think of the most far-fetched escapes I can think of - what if a bright blue and green striped tiger bounded out of thin air with a fully-armoured samurai on his back? The tiger would be a sentry for an entire army of flamingos, who would fly through the void and find the bits of me, bring them back to me, and then eat the void, until our normal world returned to us. Everything would then magically go back to normal, the flamingos would stay with me as pets, I could ride the tiger (I'd name him Sam) to school every day, and the samurai (Jack) would become my lover and we would live happily ever after. I sighed deeply.
Suddenly, I heard a huge roar, echoing through the blackness. It was a tiger roar.
I look down the deep hole. It goes on forever, and is infinitely black. I can hardly see myself any more. I'm all trickling into the pit and I'm going to lose me, so I jump in after me and start to swim.
I search around myself for any bits of me that are left. A tiny purple speck of me is dawdling to my left - or I think it's my left, I'm not completely sure. I pull the bits of me together in an effort to grab the purple bit, but I miss. I've moved off, far to the right. Apparently I'm floating in the void. The speck is ten times further away now. I try again, but no success. The void is against me.
I get an idea. I pull off a shoe, the heaviest object I have on me. I position my back to the purple speck, and chuck the shoe as hard as I can out in front of me. The shoe goes forward; I go backwards. Perfect. I guess I learned something from science class after all.
I reach the speck. I pull it in to me. I feel a little tingle as I reconnect with this small portion of my soul. Only 1,778,241 bits left, I surmise. How wrong I was.
I see another speck right ahead. This one is bright red, and twice the size of the purple bit. I pull off my other shoe, shove away, one less dot of me in the void, one more piece of me reattached to its rightful owner. I look around me once more. A yellow speck floats to my right, taunting me, tantalizing. But what to throw now? There is nothing else on me heavy enough to throw, and I'd rather not float around naked for the rest of my life, or at least however long I would be stuck here. What can I do? I'm stranded.
Or so I think.
I decide after a while that floating around getting hungry and needing to pee isn't going to help the situation. I need a plan. I start off thinking rationally - there is no way I can get out because there is no exit. But I soon change tactic. Instead, I think of the most far-fetched escapes I can think of - what if a bright blue and green striped tiger bounded out of thin air with a fully-armoured samurai on his back? The tiger would be a sentry for an entire army of flamingos, who would fly through the void and find the bits of me, bring them back to me, and then eat the void, until our normal world returned to us. Everything would then magically go back to normal, the flamingos would stay with me as pets, I could ride the tiger (I'd name him Sam) to school every day, and the samurai (Jack) would become my lover and we would live happily ever after. I sighed deeply.
Suddenly, I heard a huge roar, echoing through the blackness. It was a tiger roar.
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