I want you to know that I want to say what I am saying now.. I have found a corner in space where I'm posting this to my blog by using my mind (without a teapot) and saying this at the same time. The view is good and Timothy Leary floats by quite often. I've been writing a poem about it..
Dossed In Space
We're all floating
All around
It's like boating
Above the ground.
They call it space
And I see why
(It's a big place)
Not like a pie.
Space is round
And bent
There is sound
But no cement.
18 comments:
I want YOU to know, that I already know all this from when I told you to say it, So There.
I AM THE TEAPOT - GOO GOO GA JOOB!!
Imagine if Space WAS cement! I make sculptures out of aerated cement ... they have space in them.
Nice kitch lamps you've got there in your own little space... They look like very comfy spacecrafts! For an eggggoooo!
Lavender.. I want you to know you don't look like the teapot so you can't want me to know that you already know what I wanted you to know. Goo Goo Ga Joob to you too!
Anon.. I can imagine that, and I can imagine your scultures must be like your head!
MertyPoePimples.. thank you, they are the best rockets in the world except they're in space. I can't find the door to get in them.
At least I don't have an EGGhead!
What are those red lights? TOOTLES!?!
You've got a bird brain.
I think they are something.
Oh, but you must have wanted me to know it, or else you wouldnt have listened to me when I told it to you. And I am so the teapot.
Space is getting crowded! Things are MULTIPLYING!
Lavender.. oh, but I said it first and my post on my blog proves it with words that are written before you say you said it, so you can think you're a teapot as much as you like and think you wanted me to know what you said before I wanted you to know what I said but the truth proves I wanted you to know before you wanted me to know. And if you say that's not true then you're wrong.
Anonymous.. things come and go in space, but at the moment it is turning into a rubbish tip where I am.
Pfffffft!!!
Typical.
Are you sure there's no cement? Cuz it sounds like someone's dropped you on it.
Oh no. I might become BoiledEggSetInCement!
Just like the space in my sculptures!
And in your head!
And in your shell!
I can hear the sea in me.
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