Where's My Cow?

Far far away from safety and further away from Christmas but I am thinking in red and green lights and interesting concepts like loneliness (a state of mind darling, and so so necessary for emo-ness and passionate unrequited love and better days). Well. There can be telephone calls and small subtle promises made metaphorically under the table and petty waiting games and most of all the emo realization that yes, one will always be lonely. But, er, I don't seem to work too well when I try deliberately to capture something.

Most of all I feel inadequate after Thud! which made me stay up till 1am and cry and cry through various recitals of Where's My Cow which is so much love oneday I am going to buy the picture book and frame it up. Damn. I should get at least one copy of his book. -_-

Some people never change, and by some people I am referring to all of us. For now I am going to blink and put it to the back of my head because it is far too much trouble. And yes Karen Er I love the lunch table as well and you are so in love with me. Like, hawt lezbo lurve. It breaks my heart.

No. No. No more emo romantic questions like 'when the last leaf falls, where will you be?'. Bernard/Bernice (boy/girl/hermaphrodite and to some extent Gregory House, various Harry Potter characters and well, me), you must find the answers yourself. Or maybe realize that no, there is no last leaf. And no, there is no you. Because this is, you know, fiction.