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Fri, May. 7th, 2004, 08:42 am
creepythyme: Announcements to the Committee by the Things

The Great Spirit, tired of hearing the whinings and moanings of the mortals for a meaning to their existence, searched for a way and means to convey this without giving the secret away. He decided to assemble a commitee of five mortals to represent the human race, one for air, one for fire, one for earth, one for water, and one for the spirit.

The Great Spirit would allow things that normally could not communicate though speech to do so for this committee meeting, thus allowing new information in to the realm of consciousness that was never before allowed. The five were seated at a semi circular table with a small stage before them draped in crimson curtains. The group elected the Earth rep as spokesman of the lot, as he was the most rational. The five were urged to call upon any thing they could imagine, which would come before them on the stage, and they were allowed to ask that thing any one question, which the guest must answer.

To play this game, a THING will be identified and a question posed. You must answer the question as if you were speaking for the designated THING, call upon a new thing, and ask it a question in your reply message.

The committee calls upon the Moon!

Q: Do you ever tire of circling the Earth?

Sat, Jun. 5th, 2004 12:00 pm (UTC)
the_dawns: listen jackass, it is I that even make you ask that question.

Of course I tire of it. and I tire of my backside getting roasted by the sun. full moon=sunburn!

Sat, Jun. 5th, 2004 12:03 pm (UTC)
the_dawns: next thing...

The word "thing" is called upon to enter. "listen, you collection of symbols which are meant to represent the thought 'thing', we were wondering. Do you think the collection of symbols meant to represent the thought 'thing' are appropriate to that thought?

Sun, Feb. 20th, 2005 06:13 pm (UTC)
ziggystarmod: how should we know?

we are only the symbols of thought not the thought itself.

Mon, Feb. 21st, 2005 02:46 am (UTC)
creepythyme: all things are before you

...and the infinity of material passes before your eyes only to coagulate into a handful of two dimensional representations, what do you want? What are the odds? As bagel toaster and speaker of the word thing I would like to point out that it hasn't been easy for the deaf mute penis here, the life of a 2 dimensional pork sword is no walk in the park.

so call on the asshole.