Totoro--chan

It's always foggy here, and the air is damp and misty, and the thick, fat clouds of mystic droplets roll over the pavement, down the concrete walls and sink into the river. They flow over the tall buildings, over the streets and cars and buses. They collide with the sails of boats, with the leaves on trees, and nothing is safe from the monochrome droplets that never end. They make everything grey. The sun can never burn through them, and no amount of movement inside them can clear them away. Some people don't mind, and the ones that do can't do anything about it. Besides, it makes the world cool and grey and unthreatening. I don't see why on

Never winter                                                                                           (Ever winter) Flux flux flux                                                                                                   (1,2,3,4) Never night                                                                                               (Ever night) Only                                                                                                                    (Only If                                                                                                                               If You                        

Look at this Nightmare you've wrought, of steel and stone, of flesh and bone. Look at this lovely little mess, looks like pretty little princess isn't out yet. Look at this wretched little moster that's ripping at your flesh and mind. Look at this hateful little creature that has sprung forth from your hateful little mind. Look at this Nightmare you've wrought of steel and stone of flesh and bone.

I wonder what the rain sounds like when it hits the microphone. I wonder what the crows sound like in silence. I wonder what the babes sound like when they are quiet. I wonder how beautiful these sounds are. I wonder how easy they are, how handsome, how sloppy, how happy, how much like children they are. I wonder what it sounds like when you scream.

North | Where do you come from, child? I come from the slums, from the fields I come from the water, the lakes, the cities, from the buildings, from the towers, from the brothels, from the factories, from the forest. From the grave. East | What are you, child? I am a soldier an angel, a hermit, a worker. I am an artist, a builder. A dreamer. I'm a mechanic, a fighter, a rebel, a revolutionary, a docter. I am what I choose to be. I am everything and nothing. West | What are you doing, child? I am feeding the homeless, beheading the wicked. I am assissting in devious escapades. I am standing, speaking, listening.

There's a feeling in a box buried outside my house that is shaking the Earth and splitting the trees, and breaking my home in half. I should get rid of it, But, Like falling down a chimney, I am much to preoccupied with all of my expressions, so, all I feel I can do is wait. Waiting for what, I will be the last to know, but it will be exciting when I finally discover (discover. dis-cover. Like fossils) the delight dripping from my silly friends, with their box (chocolots) emo-tions. And, with our dirtied fingers, sullied crowns, rumpled frowns, we will carry the small hardwood boxes, saluting the King i

If I die, Make these niceties of me, explode my brain, steal my fingers, eat my toes before I wake If I die, Make these niceties of me, hint of me, in stories past, steal a dream, make it tangible before I wake If I die, before I wake, would you still care for me? He had his fingers artistically poised, brows knit in concentration, making something grand, no doubt. Pale, powdered extremities flying across an open sheet. Lovely, lovely. An uncharacteristic pout rips across his face. It's just so mind-blowingly perfect. Yes, we have This, and That, and we want Those, but does it really matter? What's the use of This? Does

When one asks another, "What is your purpose?" You must not answer truthfully, instead, answer with "The buckle glitters so." Thus effectively rendering him quite disarmed. "You might also find it in your favor to speak in BOLD and Italic. These will render him virtually incapable. After that you must bow (respectively) and kiss his hand. Then, you might just find it to be in your favor to ask him If he knew where your sanity has run off to. If he shakes his head, as they often do, then you may bow (respectively) and take your leave. If he nods, and points in a direction near the hills, but no

Humanity is a state of mind not a state of being, And whoever says different is a politician. Things can be Taken and Given, But if one were to Take and Take and Take, the other, who is Giving and Giving and Giving, will surely SNAP Because, as we All know, if you keep on pushing and pushing it will eventually BREAK or BITE BACK, because Humanity is a state of mind NOT a state of being. We are, surely, animals, and as such, we must act A-C-C-O-R-D-I-N-G-L-Y. But we DON'T, As we have four (4) fingers and one (1) THUMB, and have literature, and wear clothes, and paint our nails, w