Gonna open my heart for you EADD and in particular one EADD'er. Observe.
Louisa joined this site when I prompted her to do so. She's always been a fun sort of girl, you know, the type who goes out, gets messy and rips it up on the dancefloor, pulling off moves which you'd think were better suited to a martial arts battle or a Hollywood stunt movie. Yeah, the girl could move alright, some might even say she could move too good, and sure enough it wasn't long before the Wounded Street Crew plucked her out of the crowd on a ballin' Saturday night and took her away from me forever. She got the career, the money and everything she dreamed of. I was still sat here though, doing nothing, being a burden on everyone and being called a waste of space. I've missed Louisa for years, together we were great, together we were like ice-skaters doing pirouettes on a recently re-laid pitch at the Galpharm Stadium. When I looked in her eyes I could see the reflection of the crowd that should have been there had we been ice skaters. I could see Mr Lee Novak jumping for joy as she jumped from my arms, cartwheeled in mid-aired and executed a perfect landing. It was love. Ken Griffey love.
It's been seven years now but this is my memory dump for you. It may be naive, it may be useless, but I've got to try. When you wander through Aldi by yourself for too long it can make a man go mad. There's so many things which just shouldn't be in an Aldi isle. If you've been there then you'll know what I mean, if you haven't then heed this warning: Warning! Got that? Good. Anyway, the vegetables are good but can you really trust something that isn't in English? Aldi's German isn't it? Do you see where I'm going with this one? Yes? No? Ok. Anyway, moving on. What happened?
Well, I'll tell you what happened, we got lost. Lost in the forest. Big trees and roots which tripped us up on our paths to Tattva. Sometimes you've got to look deep into the mind, say "No, I won't" to our primal human needs. We're on a drugs forum baby, we are the pioneers of such a movement. We've mastered this art like a play by Shakespeare, a poem by Dante or a tribal dance by Banjo. With a bit of focus we can see what's really important. To me, you now know what that is. To me. So I will shout out. I will tell the world! For if a tree falls in the forest with no one around it may not make a sound, but, if a cretin like myself can spew his load onto a forum on the internet then not only will the Roman's hear about it, it will be immortilised forever, something I desperately want this to be. So, EADD, my shout...
She used to bake cakes. She used to tie people's shoe laces together on trains. She used to hitchhike just for the sake of it. Does she still do these things? I don't know. I'm not sure I ever did either, but I do know she used to smoke spliffs on the deck which overlooked the lake outside her house. Only when her parents weren't around though. Which was most of the time as Louisa is my age and if I lived with my parents I'd get a shit load of stick for it. So we smoked, joked, poked and generally just went about our day like we would any other day. This was good. It was real. Existentialism in motion - you could if you were so inclined film our lives and release it as an avant-garde film and sell it to the world. By the time the audience realise what's going on it's too late, you've fucked off with the money and they're just pissed off. Pissed off and really hungry. Speaking of which, now I don't know about you but I really fucking love steak. Steak is awesome. There was this one time when I was in Barcelona, faced dead on with a bull and I couldn't help but look at it's big meaty exterior and think how good it would taste in my mouth. I can't be the only one like this, surely? No. Whatever. Life has a deep meaning to it anyway and I can't help but feel that in spite of everything, I'd really liked to have spent woop tick tick tick echo echo... fnarrrrr. Kssshhhh. Loading Penguin modules. Module 1: Eat fish. Module 2: Frolick. What's that? If a banana rests in a hammock, is it racist? Probably not.
Anyway Louisa, if you're reading this, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for wasting your time and I hope, somehow, somewhere you're happy.