[ the video shows what looks like a young man in his teens with a rather nicely painted face ( it's very clown-like, in fact ) sitting near trees while the clouded sun begins to set; messy locks of black hair cover his pointed ears while a lazy, lopsided grin bears his sharper than most teeth-- other than that, the teen looks human enough, and right now he's pleasantly watching his partner, a splendid little mime jr teetering from side to side in a natural dance, waving and swaying around him to say hello! ]
Hahah, fuck . . . [ a little clown bro here to say hello, lovely background music . . . . these are miracles. a beat, and he stares down at the gear in his hands. hah, he'd almost forgotten! it doesn't take long for another smile to come to his face. he chuckles and touches the screen with his fingertips, completely fascinated. and now, begins to type, unaware of the recording. ]
MaN My pAn aIn't tOo gOoD At gEtTiNg iTs mEmOrY KiCkInG AnD ShIt
bUt iF My rEmEmBeRiNg aIn't fRoNtIn i jUsT DoNe wEnT AnD ApPeArIfIeD AlL Up oN A NeW HiVeToWn yEaH? ThIs pArT Of tHe gAmE?
sIsTeR WaS tRyInG tO fIlL mE iN aBoUt ThE uHhHhH
fUcK I dUnNo
bUt sHe WaS StRaIgHt uP PiNk aNd hOrNlEsS
ThAt'S OnLy oNe ThInG ThOuGh cAuSe sHiT
cHeCk oUt tHiS MoThErFuCkEr tHaT BlEsSeD My WhImSiCaL pReSeNcE
hE EvEn gOt tHe nOsE
hOnK HoNk :o)
[ then, a pause in thought-- before he reaches to give the mime jr's nose a light, friendly squeeze and saying "honk" to accompany. it does the same thing to him, and— wow he can't help simply chuckling. er. more like honking. it's disturbingly accurate next to a bicycle horn . . . ]
MoThErFuCkIn mIrAcLeS, mAn
ThIs PlAcE bE fUcKiN wHiPpEd WiTh ThE mIrTh
LiKe aIgHt mY HuSkToP GoT ItS ShRiNk oN WiThOuT Me uP AnD NoTiCiNg!
LiTtLe fUcKeR WaS In fRoNt oF Me oNe mInUtE
ChIlLiN AlL NoRmAl sIzEd aNd sHiT
tHeN ThE NeXt iT AlL Up aNd nInJaS InTo mY PoCkEt
WhO ThE FuCk tOlD It tO Do tHaT hUh?
YeAh
It's iNsAnE
dOn'T EvEn gEt mE StArTeD On ThAt SkYnOiSe
[ a content sigh, and he's looking up-- a bird just flew overhead. just look at that wicked noise that chirpbeast ( a pidgey ) is making. just look at all of this noise. all of it. ]
Beautiful, man.
[ how much more miraculous could it get? he sits there, curled hand against his chin as he lets his weight hang down against his arm, elbow to his knees, staring blankly at the sky with unfocused eyes and the same stupid smile. at first he looks like he's thinking! which he is! er-- was. his focus levels down, and he starts staring at something off screen; his eyes beginning to look a bit glazed, the smile fades and now he's just. yeah, still staring. one minute turns to five, then six . . .
and all the while, the mime jr seems actively content in mimicking every move. they might be here a while. ]
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Hahah, fuck . . . [ a little clown bro here to say hello, lovely background music . . . . these are miracles. a beat, and he stares down at the gear in his hands. hah, he'd almost forgotten! it doesn't take long for another smile to come to his face. he chuckles and touches the screen with his fingertips, completely fascinated. and now, begins to type, unaware of the recording. ]
MaN My pAn aIn't tOo gOoD At gEtTiNg iTs mEmOrY KiCkInG AnD ShIt
bUt iF My rEmEmBeRiNg aIn't fRoNtIn i jUsT DoNe wEnT AnD ApPeArIfIeD AlL Up oN A NeW HiVeToWn yEaH? ThIs pArT Of tHe gAmE?
sIsTeR WaS tRyInG tO fIlL mE iN aBoUt ThE uHhHhH
fUcK I dUnNo
bUt sHe WaS StRaIgHt uP PiNk aNd hOrNlEsS
ThAt'S OnLy oNe ThInG ThOuGh cAuSe sHiT
cHeCk oUt tHiS MoThErFuCkEr tHaT BlEsSeD My WhImSiCaL pReSeNcE
hE EvEn gOt tHe nOsE
hOnK HoNk :o)
[ then, a pause in thought-- before he reaches to give the mime jr's nose a light, friendly squeeze and saying "honk" to accompany. it does the same thing to him, and— wow he can't help simply chuckling. er. more like honking. it's disturbingly accurate next to a bicycle horn . . . ]
MoThErFuCkIn mIrAcLeS, mAn
ThIs PlAcE bE fUcKiN wHiPpEd WiTh ThE mIrTh
LiKe aIgHt mY HuSkToP GoT ItS ShRiNk oN WiThOuT Me uP AnD NoTiCiNg!
LiTtLe fUcKeR WaS In fRoNt oF Me oNe mInUtE
ChIlLiN AlL NoRmAl sIzEd aNd sHiT
tHeN ThE NeXt iT AlL Up aNd nInJaS InTo mY PoCkEt
WhO ThE FuCk tOlD It tO Do tHaT hUh?
YeAh
It's iNsAnE
dOn'T EvEn gEt mE StArTeD On ThAt SkYnOiSe
[ a content sigh, and he's looking up-- a bird just flew overhead. just look at that wicked noise that chirpbeast ( a pidgey ) is making. just look at all of this noise. all of it. ]
Beautiful, man.
[ how much more miraculous could it get? he sits there, curled hand against his chin as he lets his weight hang down against his arm, elbow to his knees, staring blankly at the sky with unfocused eyes and the same stupid smile. at first he looks like he's thinking! which he is! er-- was. his focus levels down, and he starts staring at something off screen; his eyes beginning to look a bit glazed, the smile fades and now he's just. yeah, still staring. one minute turns to five, then six . . .
and all the while, the mime jr seems actively content in mimicking every move. they might be here a while. ]
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( normal text version! )