LeKiwi wrote:
i_Am_andaJoy wrote:
is like...
smu figd slurp jet 17 angry clams MIRA! ooooh purrrple. purr-meow bruise.

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i think the NT translation would be something like:
well, the thoughts sort of melt into each other and skip around too fast to completely congeal and describe in a language as paltry as English... but in the second after i read the question i thought-- hmmm, how to describe it? it is like a a
"smu" taste, no, no that's not quite it, and agitation and fidgeting over this inability to speak it, which felt like a jammed fidget, hence "
figd" and then i want to suck that up like a vaccum cleaner and start my thought over, but suck is like
"slurp" which made me think, hmm, what would be yummy to eat? still while i was finishing the fidget thought, but also the desire to be more clear and free from my stupid brain, so "
jet" was for flying away and also fidget, and then all the angry figety frustration was piling up to a LOT, at least to "
17" so then i was like, oh yeah, i'm hungry, i could eat or slurp up 17 of something, but slurp is how people eat clams, and eww clams are gross, but i was also a detached and calm kind of angry, so i felt angry-calm, which made me think of murder, but calm murder, and then like alice and wonderland and they kill the oysters and slurp them up, so those thoughts were angry and calm and also eating clams and slurping and also being clamed up and mute and unable to get further than "
angry clams" and this made me think of LOOK! at myself, so look at myself is more look+mirror, like the Spanish word for look, so that was
"MIRA!" and so i yelled that in my head to slam the rest out with a scream-blow of wanting to punch myself, which sounded nce and comforting, like the purr of a cat and the clarity of pain put together, a purr and a bruise together, which was the relief and soothe of "
ooooh purrrple" and then my brain was slow and calm enough to elaborate further, so "
purr-meow bruise" and also meow feels like a question, like when the cats want their food, like tuna, but not clams, and plus an OW! of pain put together. and then the second ended, and i thought, well, yeah, that's exactly how it feels, smu figd slurp jet 17 angry clams MIRA! ooooh purrrple. purr-meow bruise.
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