nyah... nobody will read this blawg anyways cuz it was written while my profile was private, the title says it all anyways.... so i'll just post a random story i made up, at leastto releive myself a bit:) (or not^^)
I call this story:

"The metaphoric summary of Thirteen Twentyfive Twelve Nine Six Five phenomenah"

As if were arrived from a bottomless hole, yet was soo less sinister. (And before that, history of so much whirlwinds, combining the unexpected and uncalled for). Way too accurate dreams, of that often blamed for Everything, and it was not to have been memorized Ever before. Now... they would burn them withches, but look! Ahoy! they worshiped the new. Surprise,a wolves den harmless. great white shield of suity nature colors, richness not found in any money, or tracktors...nay.As a sight to blind, but 20k mightier(plus four) somewhere over the rainbow way up high, over what is, and I don't mean Dorothy.Chocolate and sugar running through, under a tree of pleasure. - This.. was the entrence to the maze of a labyrinth. You could see beyond and wondered where this shield came from, and why. Just as winds blew pshiiiiiyuuu, so did the world changed form, from music to food. From food to poetry. From poetry to visage. And thunders and rainspwnd houses, under the same grand feeling. Planets living in harmony yet not being bored.......Then!! Horizon detected. As a man moved forward the earth went backward to lead him to horizon (kind of). It was a bald move for a warrior to step in a world called Ticondera. Birds fled warning of the wrath of Gyachu and his horn Watsername. He was to sacrifice his ohmost trusted sword if needed; Wanted to save BvBv. And winds blew! And terrors came! And after a millenia of blizzard... not one, not two single scratches, just a broken nail. Wolves fell like dust beneath a baby of a baby. The king proudly sounded his horns and was to return to his castle of so many birds, how much stars they are in hollywood (and more ofcourse duh). A rival king ambushes, just as he was about to enter! But the king did not feel the sting of the sword...revived as if it was nothing and the rival king was now a Jack. Who would've thought BvBv as saved, and his uncle, and aunt in law too........The throne..... was a whole different story..Out of poison he made cure, but vanilla turned to poison. from where it came, so it went, and gold dust turned into sand of the desert. ambushed by a wind that cold couldve not survived a survivor of explosions. And so layed ten thousands of dead wolves, rival kings... under a rusted throne. and bridges of glory above places where rivers once spent time. . They all plot brilliance to want the rusty throne.......but it's not there. Day 2, they say it does not exist, yet it did. Day 3,they ignore the past to fight for rust. And an alien calling for reason! not finding it but calling again!
And those of you who know me longer time from the past should know how this blog ends....