“My Thought Process”
It finally came down to this, a roof-top, a target, and a job to be finished. He aimed his six shooter at the man giving him no chance left. He fired…and nothing happened…a sudden realization hit him that he had used his six bullets earlier that day. He had to think fast, he was supposed to be good at his job. Then with all his might he threw his gun and aimed for the main body in hopes of knocking his target off balance off the roof. Consequently, he hit the target in the face. The target grabbed it’s head and yelled something about its eye, staggered, and fell to its knees…off of the roof-top. Not quite the desired effect but he was good at his job.
>> Watching TV and got bored of what was on and thought of what I would do if I suddenly ran out of bullets…how I got to this thought I don’t quite remember, wait there’s more!
NEXT TIME ON “ALL MY DEALLIES”
“moo.”
“moo.”
“moo.”
*slap*
*insert dramatic music* dun dun DUN
SEE THE TRAMATIZING CONCLUSION THAT WE WON’T SHOW FOR A LONG, LONG, LONG TIME.
>> Again, I got bored, and so we don’t have a faux pa (spelling?), a deally is basically when you take your right hand and make it into a creature like thing that crawls everywhere with your fingers as legs. Also, a deally says and only says “moo” in a monotone voice with no emotion at all. Kungfu Bob pretty much came up with ‘deally’ in the 7th grade and we’ve always just had fun with it. Thanks to him, I can no longer say ‘deally’ without saying “moo” afterward. If you have seen watched an episode of a soap opera, they don’t tell you anything, just keep the suspense, and that’s how they keep their audience. Still more!
The 50 foot tall porcupine stood atop the ridge upon its hind legs. A quill sword in its left hand and one of the three heads from Ghidora in its right. The porcupine soon spotted the flying monster known as Rhodan and it would be next. The porcupine spun the head around faster and faster and released straight for Rhodan. The head clipped Rhodan’s right wing and the creature spun out of control straight for the earth. Rhodan recovered in time to just barely miss the ground and started to head straight for the porcupine, blinded by a furious anger. The porcupine stood in a defensive position, cleaving the quill sword in both hands waiting for the oncoming Rhodan to strike. Rhodan suddenly brought up its claws to rip the porcupine into shreds and soon found this to be a mistake. The porcupine swung the quill sword around and into the Rhodan’s claws, the barbs cut in and expanded. Rhodan’s claws were ripped to shreds and the left claw barely hung and remained a bloody mass. Rhodan soared into the sky to escape the deadly weapon and the porcupine’s wrath. The porcupine bent back exposing its chest and suddenly bent back forward and flexed its back muscles launching a wave of smaller quills into the sky at Rhodan. Several punctured Rhodan’s wings and sent the creature hurtling toward the earth. As the porcupine waited for the dust cloud to settle Rhodan struck out with its hard, long beak at the sword and sent it flying out of reach and stabbed the porcupine in the torso sending it across the ridge. Rhodan knew to survive it would have to fight this new monster without its weapon. The porcupine rose from the ground, quills flared, reached back, and drew out a new, longer, and barb filled quill. Rhodan knew then that it could not win and there was no surviving. The porcupine crawled away that day with another victory heading for the ultimate goal of achieving a name in history.
Godzilla…you’re next.
>> I was floating along a river when I saw a ridge and came up with this. Ghidora and Rhodan are both monsters from the Japanese Godzilla movies and I’m not sure if I have spelled those names correctly. I got the idea for the porcupine from when we were visiting old family friends in the mountains and they were showing us around their ranch…place…and we saw three porcupines. One was freaking huge and was a good distance from the tall grass so we decided to drive up to it. Well, we wanted to see the porcupine’s face…that is very difficult…we were driving around in circles practically rounding up a single porcupine at max speeds of 15 mph (for fear of hitting a rather large bump) and all the time the porcupine is evading us. We never got to see its face. Next!
*Jimi Hendrix guitar riff from All Along The Watchtower that leads into crazy beats and riffs from Rage Against the Machine and leads into all kinds of music from all sorts of bands that only leads back to All Along The Watchtower*
>> When I get really bored I literally start to go into guitar riffs and all sorts of crazy stuff. This also been known to happen whilst reading a book. I was reading a book one day and I noticed that there was music being played in my head…seemingly from my right side…I tried to identify the band and song but as soon as I realized there was music…it faded away only to return when I started to get into the book, its really annoying. Last of all!
Insanity is defined as doing something over and over again expecting a different result. Almost everyone I know who has met Kungfu Bob (or heard about him) has called him insane…as if they expect him to change or something. Maybe he’s just normal and everyone else is insane. That would be awesome. Only the insane thrive, and those who thrive decide what’s insane.
>> I actually thought about this one day when I was pulling weeds or something. I got to show this to Kungfu Bob now. These are basically some of my thought processes…processi…proci…plural for “process”…and I got the idea from when I asked Mocoy why she exactly read all this.
“Mostly because it’s hilarious.”
“Mostly? What’s the other part?”
“To get an inside look at the maze that is your mind.” (Paraphrased there)
“I don’t really think of it as a maze more than a big wide open field that’s being harvested too much.” That’s how I got to all this and it is now ridicously long and probably full of all sorts of errors…ignore those please…thank you. Oh yes, I’m going to be gone…again!…to work at my grandmother’s to earn money for stuff. Then I’m leaving again! Going to Arkansas with my sis to her college because she doesn’t want to go alone so my bro and mother are being dragged along as well. So, I’m going to miss the first day of school and won’t get to catch up and people won’t get to talk to me, BUWAHAHAHAHA…I mean…suckers.
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Bah! I'll stay low and say it's an illusion. Then, I'll only talk to those I wish to. This probably includes you but you already know everything.
Concerning the title: As Ender Wiggin would say (and the bracketed bits are my changes), "You believe in [fantasies], [insert name here], and you do things because fo that belief. So [your fantasies are] real in you, and knowing you, [anyone who knows you] must believe in [your fantasies.]" Okay so that was a lot of paraphrasing on my part... uh.... so basically yes your fantasies that are made public are henceforth reality. I could name a few. But I won't.
What about the ones still in my mind? I was not aware of some that I have made public...hmm...that's interesting.
I know, I sat next to you for almost a whole semester (stupid Dillard thinks we were cheating...stupid kind of right). I'll have to ask about this...I am somewhat unaware...well, somewhat because I have been told but not specifically.
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