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"The Sign"-Ace of Base
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Hey there, how you livin?
Whaddup…
"The Sign"-Ace of Base
Send me “hey” and I’ll shuffle my iTunes and tell you our song
I love your work. You're a wonderful writer. Nuts to haters.
Thank you dear! That means a lot. :)
Afterall:
I think "Oh, this fucking guy."
I get that a lot.
I am promoting my creativity today, I guess, so here is a link to my work on Badsequels.com...where we watch them so you don't have to. It is the brainchild of Chris Hayner who also has a little site called Tasty Lies. One of my other buds writes on there, too, and he is a hilarious man. His name is Rob Kaas.
Tell me a story...
There was once a tiny nut named Reginald who lived in a dark and cavernous crevasse in the space between the edge of the couch and the wall of the apartment of a man named Steve.
Reginald had very little recollection of how he came into being, except that he vaguely remembered being dropped into his new home one night when Steve came home from work, reached into a large can, and shoveled a bunch of Reginald's pals into his mouth as a midnight snack. He sometimes missed his friends, as life in the crevasse between the couch and the wall was at most times a lonely thing, but he considered himself lucky to not have been eaten along with them.
One day --or night, Reginald could never tell the time of day from his shadowy place of residence-- Reginald decided he was tired of living in the darkness and that he would strike out on his own. Make a good honest living and join the world, giving to society all of which he had to offer as a... As a...
That's when it hit him. Reginald had no clue what sort of nut he was. Was he a peanut? A cashew? He didn't know. Reginald suddenly felt very sad and he questioned what he had been doing with his life up until then. I mean, how could he have gone on so long without even knowing what sort of nut he was? He had been living a lie!
But then Reginald felt a new sense of purpose. All at once, his journey to destinations yet unknown felt less terrifying and more magical. More necessary. Reginald had decided, then. He would travel to the kitchen, to the can of nuts from whence he came, and upon seeing the label, he would know. He would know who and what he was.
And so he did. Reginald ventured away from the crevasse between the couch and the wall. He climbed over Steve's shoes, very nearly passing out from the stench emanating from within. He hid under the coffee table when Steve's cat Sir KittenPants took an interest in him and he ran through the hallway and over the line separating the tan carpet from the green tiles of the kitchen once Sir KittenPants fell asleep. He made the treacherous climb from the floor to the cabinet above. Luckily that cabinet was left open (was Steve such a slob as he paid no attention to dropping food behind couches or leaving cabinets open all over the house?) and Reginald made his way inside.
He passed cans of Spaghetti-O's and bags of potato chips, he walked beyond the cases of Capri Sun (and he wondered why Steve ate like an eleven year old), until finally he found it. There it was, tucked away in the corner behind all of the other foods. The can of nuts.
Reginald blew the thick layer of dust off the label and gasped at what he saw. The big bold letters clearly read:
MIXED NUTS! ALL VARIETIES INCLUDED! A HEALTHY FOOD!
At first he felt dejected, as the label would offer no clue as to exactly what kind of nut he was. He could be any one of the wide variety in that can. But it was then that Reginald made a sobering realization. It didn't matter! Look at all he had accomplished, this little nut. This pint sized hero.
He made his way back to the edge of the cabinet and looked down. He smiled and if he could pat himself on the back, he could.
Reginald had done good for such a small nut in such a large world.
LET ME SHOW YOU SOME TOOMBLAR BLARGS
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