In here i will insert the contents of my mind, as they will be much happier in the wild. Born free...
A Real Elephant Tale The ancient grey elephant lumbered inexorably across the vast veldt, oblivious and indifferent to all that would dare harass him. By and by, he came upon a napping hedgehog, that, while of middling size, was the very quintessence of prickliness. Being an aloof juggernaut of the jungle, he had taken no notice of the somnolent rodent, and for this reason raised his foot with several more spikes than he had had embedded in it before (there had been one, a result of an unfortunate incident with a massive, genetically mutated, jungle bumble bee). As he clumped away from the bloody pile of hedgehog savannah-kill, he was unaware of his wound. This was due to the long ago deadening of most of the pain receptors in his lower body. If they had been functioning properly, he could probably have arrested the infection before it spread upward into his leg, and began to eat away at his lower body. He died one week later, after a drawn out and agonizing, but ultimately hopeless, battle for his life. His passing was not mourned (because, I mean, come on, animals don’t have feelings, and anyway he was kind of a dick). This is my visualization of what would've happened had George R R Martin possessed Rudyard Kipling. Obviously in a non-chronological universe. (Duh) | Well, obviously not all of them. But a couple of the ones that are cool. A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man - James Joyce Really brilliant, and not as difficult as you'd think. Siddhartha - Herman Hesse The Last Unicorn - Peter S. Beagle (shut up, i thought it was beautiful) The Stranger - Albert Camus The Darkness That Comes Before - R Scott Bakker And all his other stuff The Interpretation Of Dreams -Sigmund Freud Really helps in introducing one to early psychological and even some philosophical writing. Man's Search For Himself - Rollo May (also his art one, that was cool) Infinite Jest It's a lot of fun. | The orgulous ogre lounged deshabille on the lawn, meditating on the consumption of faun Said he, with his grotesque scratchy voice, "why eat a legend when its merely a goat?" Respond did his friend, a mite of a beast, "for one of my stature, it was quite a feast" At long last, the tree began its final journey, having bowed, resigned all at once to the laws of gravity. The arboreal behemoth did not fall rapidly to smash against the earth with a thud, as one would imagine; but as a giant woody snowflake, lowered by the gradually splintering supporting branches into the loamy earth, cushioned by pillows of billowing leaves. |