Sunday, April 18, 2010

Ambitions à la Nostradamus.

Tonight, I want to be the toad in a wishing well, right out of a lesser-known, obscure little fairytale. One that would have entire pretentious kingdoms, their doltish gold-haired pretentious Rapunzels and dorky-looking, velvet-clad pretentious Prince Charmings tip a coin in and bare their shallow little souls out. Then, with an overbearing air of pomposity, I would raucously clear my throat and croak out cryptic, one-line prophecies... in effect, messing with their buoyant little heads. Only then will I ever be able to justify my existence congruently in an alternate dimension.

That, or I could make a positively vapid fortune-cookie.

"You proceed from a false assumption: I have no ego to bruise."
- Spock,
Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan

"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it."
- Oscar Wilde 


Srishti said...

Hehe..would you like to be the frog that the princess kisses to turn it into a prince? ;D

Clezevra said...

In which case you should make dire predictions regarding imminent Armageddon.

Alok said...


Sherry Wasandi said...

@Srishti: Fairytale romances? Pooh!

@Clezevra: I do. All the time. As far as subtle ironies go, I think I have a post in this blog about it titled "Catharsis".

I relish diving deep into dark, black pools of morbidity.

@Alok: One of the reactions I was expecting. Exactly.