Im bAcK!
After a spiritual journey taking what seemed like years to complete (20 hours) I have FINALLY returned. I woke up on a mission of fiery determintation to set everything right. I commando rolled into the kitchen ripped the kitchen draw open with a wodden mixing spoon and found the fuse wire. I then manouvered into the front room behind a plastic summer chair and took a screwdriver out of my utility belt.. Well, my belt.. And went to work on the fuse box that blew yesterday capping the day of sorrow that was perpertrated against me by the evil dispicable people who are trying to sabotage my very exsitence and destroy my place as the hero of thyme. Well actually, nobody is doing that but still..
Victorious from the dare-devil electrical job I flicked the switch and there was light, oh light there was.
Next it was back into the depths of the kitchen, up the steps into my room and through into the soul cleansing bathroom of mystery.
*Woosh* went the taps. As the steam rose and one success behind me allready it was on to the shower of life. As the pain and turmoil of life and it's unhappy balance washed away I decided to use some new shower cream I had procured some time back. This wasn't a day for taking half measures.
I was then faced with razor sharp blades pressed to my neck. Would the three-wire gaurd protect me? There was no certainty but I made it through unscathed and un-nicked.
There would be no need for paper towel face today, oh no...
After checking my hero stance in the mirror clad in my Calvin Klein boxer shorts the hero's best and tighter than all the rest.. *$$$*
It was time to be costumed and styled for my fateful re-invention. A bryll cream and after-shave mist inspired by preening egotistical pre-madonnas everywhere and I was away swishing into my Ben Sherman shirt and 'Boldly Going Nowhere' T-Shirt and my Non-I-Pod compatible Levis and I was away with a leap and a smile.
Ahh.. my Hugo Boss socks.. almost a fatal mistake, cold feet can be a nightmare. Back I went, Now confidentally styled and beautified I was now ready for anything.. But what? What could I do?
It seemed clear, it all seemed clear.
To the fridge.
I went about opening it with ease I found what I was looking for. Choco Milk.
It was all falling into place.
Forward once more and there it was; the Captians chair, the throne of the mighty, the hero's perch.
The Computer Chair.
A quick 30 Push-Ups, some fake ocarina playing on my now finished Choco bottle and a new man had emerged from the mists of the deep fog of Sunday. A monday man, a hero for all seasons. But what had I done? I had thrown my position away, my home, I had deserted it, the forgettable and regrettable memory of my past unkempt, unshaved, tracksuit wearing loser of yesterdays persona had laid one final hurdle for this now sauve sharp and undeniably gorgeous hero of tomorrow to overcome.
Little was I worried. An age had passed between us. Stars had collided matter had reformed and air of the night was sweeter than ever before.
Maybe.
They will skip all this and just read the bottom I thought, no-one's going to be stupid enough to read all this anyway I thought, nobody really belives "leaving forever," I mused.
So it was, that the new dawn passed, the day of reckoning took place and my mind was filled with joy and peace once more. It was time, it was thyme.. Yum..
It was now that I would continue the saga of spam of useless waste of energy and effort, it was the whole point all along, how stupid I had been to let the haze and annoyance of life blind me so.
NO MORE. NO LONGER. THE MINE FIELD IS WHERE I AM AND WHERE I WILL ALWAYS BE SAID HE AND I AND ME.
GRAGGLE BLAU. AJAKAKKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKKAAKKA KOOKD,.. <KILLE ITE WITH FIRE.
It's ola;lkja;lkds;lka;lms;ma;lm;lsma;lsm;lam
Of course.1 l';l ONE DRDAVE:Lkq,m; LOKTErBAd, ,'AK, "Aw;kw;kw;w WACky akK L LASE Blazdklwr,lPBRLAIWGhggahqSICEVE EGS EKS:L aKDSLK:LA::A:A:A LEK:LKe;lkA: TiEM.
You missed me then I presume.
After a spiritual journey taking what seemed like years to complete (20 hours) I have FINALLY returned. I woke up on a mission of fiery determintation to set everything right. I commando rolled into the kitchen ripped the kitchen draw open with a wodden mixing spoon and found the fuse wire. I then manouvered into the front room behind a plastic summer chair and took a screwdriver out of my utility belt.. Well, my belt.. And went to work on the fuse box that blew yesterday capping the day of sorrow that was perpertrated against me by the evil dispicable people who are trying to sabotage my very exsitence and destroy my place as the hero of thyme. Well actually, nobody is doing that but still..
Victorious from the dare-devil electrical job I flicked the switch and there was light, oh light there was.
Next it was back into the depths of the kitchen, up the steps into my room and through into the soul cleansing bathroom of mystery.
*Woosh* went the taps. As the steam rose and one success behind me allready it was on to the shower of life. As the pain and turmoil of life and it's unhappy balance washed away I decided to use some new shower cream I had procured some time back. This wasn't a day for taking half measures.
I was then faced with razor sharp blades pressed to my neck. Would the three-wire gaurd protect me? There was no certainty but I made it through unscathed and un-nicked.
There would be no need for paper towel face today, oh no...
After checking my hero stance in the mirror clad in my Calvin Klein boxer shorts the hero's best and tighter than all the rest.. *$$$*
It was time to be costumed and styled for my fateful re-invention. A bryll cream and after-shave mist inspired by preening egotistical pre-madonnas everywhere and I was away swishing into my Ben Sherman shirt and 'Boldly Going Nowhere' T-Shirt and my Non-I-Pod compatible Levis and I was away with a leap and a smile.
Ahh.. my Hugo Boss socks.. almost a fatal mistake, cold feet can be a nightmare. Back I went, Now confidentally styled and beautified I was now ready for anything.. But what? What could I do?
It seemed clear, it all seemed clear.
To the fridge.
I went about opening it with ease I found what I was looking for. Choco Milk.
It was all falling into place.
Forward once more and there it was; the Captians chair, the throne of the mighty, the hero's perch.
The Computer Chair.
A quick 30 Push-Ups, some fake ocarina playing on my now finished Choco bottle and a new man had emerged from the mists of the deep fog of Sunday. A monday man, a hero for all seasons. But what had I done? I had thrown my position away, my home, I had deserted it, the forgettable and regrettable memory of my past unkempt, unshaved, tracksuit wearing loser of yesterdays persona had laid one final hurdle for this now sauve sharp and undeniably gorgeous hero of tomorrow to overcome.
Little was I worried. An age had passed between us. Stars had collided matter had reformed and air of the night was sweeter than ever before.
Maybe.
They will skip all this and just read the bottom I thought, no-one's going to be stupid enough to read all this anyway I thought, nobody really belives "leaving forever," I mused.
So it was, that the new dawn passed, the day of reckoning took place and my mind was filled with joy and peace once more. It was time, it was thyme.. Yum..
It was now that I would continue the saga of spam of useless waste of energy and effort, it was the whole point all along, how stupid I had been to let the haze and annoyance of life blind me so.
NO MORE. NO LONGER. THE MINE FIELD IS WHERE I AM AND WHERE I WILL ALWAYS BE SAID HE AND I AND ME.
GRAGGLE BLAU. AJAKAKKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKKAAKKA KOOKD,.. <KILLE ITE WITH FIRE.
It's ola;lkja;lkds;lka;lms;ma;lm;lsma;lsm;lam
Of course.1 l';l ONE DRDAVE:Lkq,m; LOKTErBAd, ,'AK, "Aw;kw;kw;w WACky akK L LASE Blazdklwr,lPBRLAIWGhggahqSICEVE EGS EKS:L aKDSLK:LA::A:A:A LEK:LKe;lkA: TiEM.
You missed me then I presume.
issed:
