@%*#&!!!!!!

[arguchik]

my writing is a garbled MESS today. i cannot properly express very basic intellectual ideas, much less string them together into a coherent foundation on which to ground a cogent argument, to SAVE MY LIFE.

i believe an alchemist has transformed my gray matter into lead (which is another kind of gray matter, after all). commence reflection upon the properties of lead...

dense.

uniform.

cold.

soft.

metallic.

melts at a relatively low temparature.

poisonous.

gets your hands grubby when you handle it.

impervious to readiation.

(get it? readiation.)

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[arguchik.livejournal.com]

yeah, she's a bitch. to add insult to injury, she speaks with the voice of my mother--as filtered and contorted/distorted by my own memory, of course.

if you want us to trick her, we're going to have to be really sneaky...she has eyes in the back of her head as well as in the sides, and she'll see us coming and read our intentions before we're even aware of them ourselves.

crafty, crafty, crafty...