Randomness Presents: One Plus One Is Two

Here's an interesting discussion I had: Types of couples. Which one do you want to be?

The Cute Couple - Bouncy, snuggly and happy are the trademarks of this couple. They fight, but only until one of them starts singing the Bumbibear intro. Probably the couple with largest survival chances. Unless someone kills them for being too cute.

The Clingy Couple - What, that's two people, not one? Really? And they don't die if you separate it... I mean them?

The Frustrating Couple - If you let this friend fall in love you won't see him/her again for the next two weeks, and you'll be happy if he even considers speaking to you and not his partner when the three of you are in the same room. Want to talk to either alone? Forget it.

The Practical Couple - No, hey, we just like the same things and don't drive each other nuts, and the sex isn't too awful, so, you know... we just thought, what the hell. Sadly, this one has pretty high survival chances too.

The Weird Couple - Imagine the two people in the world you think would fit worst together. Now make them lovers. They're defying the laws of nature and you can't stop thinking about it.

The Heartwarming Couple - You know, those two that seem to fit each other perfectly, always keeping an eye out for each other in small, heartwarming ways, making sure everyone else are jealous. Makes you wonder; are they really this perfect all the time?

The Token Couple - For some reason they think their partner is the perfect accessory to carry around. When it's one-sided it's sad, when both play the same game it's just hellishly annoying. And making out in public is just a small part of their reportoire.


Hm... can't come up with any more right now.

Poetry or Rambling? You decide.

This is our lives:

Dividing ourselves between everything there ever was and everything that will be. Chopping our flesh into little pieces and sprinkling it over the drooling jaws of the hungry crowds, knowing it will never be enough. Choosing one child out of ten born from the womb of our blood and feed it knowing the other nine will die. And knowing that whether we feel the pain of their deaths or not they will come back to haunt us until our minds are obliterated and absorbed by the one child that did not die, the one that will survive us and carry our failiures on into the future, the one that will carry even more dust than we have gathered. Ever since the first strike of lightning that gave life to that which was dead we have carried the dust and pain and blood of the nine children.

There comes short moments where nothing of this matters. Moments where our minds are released from our forms and poured into another's. A form where our presence is only drifting and our responsabilities slim, one that will carry his own dust while we borrow his existance in the world and peer out through his eyes, hiding, amazed at how beautiful living can be when looked at from the outside.

This is roleplaying. This is movies, music, books and art. This is games and sports and for some people work. This is murdering and stealing. This is sex, and this is love.

And according to most people, perhaps even me, this is what kills us.

To the tunes of my inner music

Silence in the Nighttime

Let's stay up,
love
Until dawn creeps over your face
Let's stay up,
love
Til I can't seem to think straight
I don't have much to offer you, but I
won't pretend
Let's stay up,
love...

Let's stay up,
love
Til the cold forces us together
Let's stay up,
love
Pretend night will last forever
I won't ask much of you, but I
like to pretend
Let's stay up,
love
Time and time again.

And what the shadows reveal of your face,
my friend
Is more than either of us could take.
All the possibilities of heartbreak and pain,
my friend
Is more than enough for me to
pretend.

Let's stay up,
friend
Until dawn creeps over your face
Let's stay up,
friend,
Til I can't seem to think straight
I 've so much to offer you, but I
will pretend
So let's stay up,
friend
Again and again.

Why we have pets:

From a webcomic called xkcd which I encourage anyone to read who:

• finds math at least remotedly enjoying
• have patience with that not every strip is hilarious
• find bizarre nerdiness more fun than implying that women are somehow lesser beings
• believe in cats, hats and your mom (and your sister)