Wha? Me? Who?

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-23158523761299839462007-10-01T09:07:00.000-06:002007-10-01T07:09:12.180-06:002007-10-01T07:09:12.180-06:00Wha? Me? Who?<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_80W1wWK9Nng/RvxLZQg0UNI/AAAAAAAAACU/X1SZB5jNCU0/s1600-h/776.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_80W1wWK9Nng/RvxLZQg0UNI/AAAAAAAAACU/X1SZB5jNCU0/s400/776.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115046174087467218" /></a>I need your help! My name is...I don't know what my name is! I only have one clue to my existence! A note! I found it, let's just say, in the latter part of my digestive tract. I pulled it out, and it on it said <a href="http://www.burnttoastdiner.com">http://www.burnttoastdiner.com</a>, and a password, and I logged on and here I am! Who am I? Tell me! I know nothing about myself! I am confused! I want bacon! But why? I don't know! Am I a bacon lover? I don't know! Maybe I grew up on a pig farm! It's a definite possibility! Maybe I love country music! Do I? Do I?!?!?!?! ----------------------------------------------- Excuse me, I just passed out. I kinda lost it there. I am confused as to my place in life, but I have the distinct feeling that I have always been that way, that I have never known who I am, and that I've never known love. What is love, but flying up to the apex of the stratosphere, only to skydive out of a metaphorical plane with a defective parachute that only deploys after one has hit the ground? I have the strange impulse to speak in metaphors! Why, I do not know. Perhaps because metaphorical language is as deep as the bottomless pit in that movie "The 300." Wait, I remember movies, but not who I am? That doesn't make any sense. And wait a second, that wasn't a metaphor, but a simile! Ahhh! I speak in similes, too?! WHHHHHHYYYYY?! What curse is this, to speak in such language and to feel pain and remorse when I don't remember where it's coming from? But is it coming from anywhere? Or is this life a permanent state of pain and remorse? If so, what kind of life is this that I have led? A truly miserable one, to be sure. Wait a minute, I think I've figured out what kind of music I listen to! It's so simple! It's gotta be emo! One thing down, one hundred bajillion to go! Blurry. Amnesia. Cliched storyline. Such is...Peter?Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03188097309877701212noreply@blogger.com11