ArchAngel: So you're pretty sure?
MereHuman: Just take everything I say as.. "I could have no fucking idea what I'm talking about."

angel-in-the-flesh: <warns me that i should be careful, or i'll turn orange>
angel-in-the-flesh <later on>: "Isn't it funny, that it's an orange but it's really a lemon?" <holding a lemon up>
inhahe: "It's not funny because I think I get it."

A: you should remember all the things in life as you were young that gave you hope in life.
B: are you sure? i don't have the energy for hope..

A to B: "Put a sock in it"
B to A: "Can I use one of yours?  ..They're very pretty."

And the Beat Goes On.. sonny bono
And the Beat Goes On.. britney spears

"you're only happy when people are lined up against you." -some show on tv

"i'm only happy when it rains.  i'm only happy when it's complicated." -garbage

"i hurt myself today to see if i still feel." -johnny cash

A: So why don't you grow-up already?
B: Eh.
A: Eh?  Why's that?  What's your reason?
B: ...no reason.
A: So you just don't care..
B: Look, if the entire world depended on who I was, I'd grow-up already.  But I'm just me so I'll be whoever the hell I wanna be.

A: "so how was sitting out there in the Sunlight?"
B: "It's like an embrace..but not a human embrace."
A: "Yeah, it's better than a human embrace."
B: "...No, we need to associate with other people."
A: "so which one is more important?"
B: "well.. the Sun is good, but I'd have to say you need socialization more than you need Sunlight."
A: "...when you said the Sun is good, did you mean like, it's good to receive its energy, or like as in when you say, 'Fred is good person..'?"
B: "I don't remember by now, but I think I meant both."

<a building is on fire.  people are getting burned and/or smoked to death. firemen are trying their best.>
<A and B are staring distantly at it.>
B to A: "what do you think?"
A: "It's a lot of nightmares in one place.."
B: "Well you don't feel like doing anything about it?"
A: "well there's not really anything to do.."
B: <comes up with something simple and clever, and goes and does it - helping them and the firemen>
A to C: <feeling ridiculous> "So, how much am I worth now?"
C: "...about a dollar."
A: "Thanks; do you have a dollar?"

"

A: "Tell me I'm a super girl"
B: "The only thing I could say would be too much; so sorry, I can't say anything"

life-story; self-psycho-analysis

me: <coloring in fleshtones on paper> "Two shades of Peach - now that's Avant Garde."
girl i like: "God, why is he so angry!?"
me: <thinking lateron> "oh... so that's what it meant?"

Rey de la Torre said
reading rainbow told me i can do anything
ColorStorm SquarePants said
lololololol
i know about that one
people tend to say that a lot
i'm still waiting til we break physical laws
..and i might be the first
 
Rey de la Torre says
ABROM TRIM CARNECEUS
*CADUCEUS
caduceus.py
ColorStorm SquarePants says
hm?
dunno cadaceus
insignito alacastra

theteofscuba 5:47 pm
    where is that ALF you live in now

richard nichols 5:47 pm
    yoyo
    i think it's by coral gables or in it
    beats me
    never cared thatmuch

theteofscuba 5:47 pm
    whats it called?

richard nichols 5:47 pm
    noidea

#truestory

Uriel: <talking about lifelines and shows me his hand.>
Me: <Basically I don't know how to read them.>
Me: <I stare at my own hand just to remind me that my life-line seems to be incomplete>
Uriel: <somehow mentions that it's like the finger-prints that cops use to keep track of or identify people>
Me:  "no that's just pattern-matching or identification.. they're not that smart or they wouldn't be cops!"
Uriel: <turns his head in complete seriousness as if to convey... "oh, fuck, so that's where he is on that issue.">

And I am talking about the archangel, in the flesh, though i'm not so sure whether it was Uriel or another one.

#truestory
V.C.: they want me to go to a meeting with the director of the hospital..
R.N.: you should go see him, he's probably the best you'll find if you're gonna see someone around here.
V.C.: well i might go #justtoamazehim# blahb lah
R.N.: <not a word>
V.C.: now gimme back that crayon you stole from me..
R.N.: Fine, but I still have the paper I stole from somewhere else for my essay. <goes into room to retrieve the crayon in question.. sigh>