Bounding Through Time

Ending of Super Paper Mario.

Compliments go out to CountBleck2009 for sharing.

I had the idea to post this because of several things. Firstly, I stumbled upon a Twilight Zone episode called "The Call" in which a lonely haunted statue meets a lonely man and then turns him into another haunted statue. How this jogged my mind to this end, don't ask. My second reason is that I'm in the process of updating the blog, and I noticed while setting labels that I have not featured my poetry here. So we'll start our grand poetic supernatural quest here.

Lockerian Times #5

This afternoon, a slew of strange and unexpected dreams formulated in my mind. I want to say that today I've had my car stolen, a band of anarchistic ruffians attacked me and my accomplice in a Wendy's parking lot, and someone ripped my deepest hopes out of my chest. And it's not even lunch! Now it's about 5 PM, although it feels more like noon. The morning yolk has not yet been cast entirely off. Which kind of fucking sucks. Last night I played a 7 hour session of Victoria II with my best friend. By the end of it, which was around 5:30 AM, that my circadian annoys me sometimes was the primary topic of discussion. But the Commonwealth of Nations does not form itself, and Amero-Sino-Arabic-Russian asses don't willingly sort themselves into the "kicked" bin to make way for such a development. Somebody's gotta do it.