You CAN dream in languages you don't really know.
"I only live to be born again."
Hey yo.
Okay, so last night I had this freaky dream. It was in Sanskrit.
No, I do not speak Sanskrit.
BUT! If I am correct, Urdu and Hindi are derived from it. So there's a kind of maybe explanation, but if Ash's Urdu's 'bad enough to make anyone ashamed,' mine must be WAAAAAAAY worse.
Anyway, so it was fluently in Sanskrit, and I knew what they were saying in my dream.
It could be like those people in church that have spoken in tongues. One minute they're praying and the next they're like, screaming in weird languages they never studied. (Of course, I'm never around for these services, but I've been told that there'll be random outbursts at the communion rail during the prayers.
Eek.
Stuff7 (AKA Peter), I hope you're enjoying reading this, since I sent you the link here, and all that good shiznet, hon. Lululull....
Lululull...
Lullull...
...
...
...
...
...
Lie lie lie...
SORRY! I COULDN'T HELP IT! :D
Oh crap...
Now it's stuck in my head.
Eeeeek!
Anyway, Stuff7 has very graciously said he will allow me to make a song out of one of his poems. We're still deciding on which one. :E rawr
Welllllll...
I suppose...
That's it....
Oh! One more thing.
Keffi. (Or Neal-Thing. Whichever one of you is reading this.) I DON'T CARE ANYMORE. Keffi... (not using your real name online, for fear of being yelled at for revealing your identity. Dun ask) ...YOU WIN. I DO NOT CARE ANYMORE. But keep in mind, we're going to have to see each other in December. And if you don't go, I'll take that as a hint that you saying you lied was actually a lie in itself, meaning you're just a liar anyway, with a highly easy-to-damage ego and.... Well, you get the point. The only reason I'm saying this is because, inevitably, SOMEONE is going to read this and pass the message on to you, if you aren't reading it yourself.
You know, I reeeeeally hate lacking closure.
Anyway, nobody else reads this to hear that crap, so...
Farewell, before my foot goes any deeper into my mouth! (An easily enough fixed dilemma on the Internet, but still....)
><)))>
*Quote at the top is from a Blue Oyster Cult song.
Okay, so last night I had this freaky dream. It was in Sanskrit.
No, I do not speak Sanskrit.
BUT! If I am correct, Urdu and Hindi are derived from it. So there's a kind of maybe explanation, but if Ash's Urdu's 'bad enough to make anyone ashamed,' mine must be WAAAAAAAY worse.
Anyway, so it was fluently in Sanskrit, and I knew what they were saying in my dream.
It could be like those people in church that have spoken in tongues. One minute they're praying and the next they're like, screaming in weird languages they never studied. (Of course, I'm never around for these services, but I've been told that there'll be random outbursts at the communion rail during the prayers.
Eek.
Stuff7 (AKA Peter), I hope you're enjoying reading this, since I sent you the link here, and all that good shiznet, hon. Lululull....
Lululull...
Lullull...
...
...
...
...
...
Lie lie lie...
SORRY! I COULDN'T HELP IT! :D
Oh crap...
Now it's stuck in my head.
Eeeeek!
Anyway, Stuff7 has very graciously said he will allow me to make a song out of one of his poems. We're still deciding on which one. :E rawr
Welllllll...
I suppose...
That's it....
Oh! One more thing.
Keffi. (Or Neal-Thing. Whichever one of you is reading this.) I DON'T CARE ANYMORE. Keffi... (not using your real name online, for fear of being yelled at for revealing your identity. Dun ask) ...YOU WIN. I DO NOT CARE ANYMORE. But keep in mind, we're going to have to see each other in December. And if you don't go, I'll take that as a hint that you saying you lied was actually a lie in itself, meaning you're just a liar anyway, with a highly easy-to-damage ego and.... Well, you get the point. The only reason I'm saying this is because, inevitably, SOMEONE is going to read this and pass the message on to you, if you aren't reading it yourself.
You know, I reeeeeally hate lacking closure.
Anyway, nobody else reads this to hear that crap, so...
Farewell, before my foot goes any deeper into my mouth! (An easily enough fixed dilemma on the Internet, but still....)
><)))>
*Quote at the top is from a Blue Oyster Cult song.
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