Ohaiyo! ^-^

I'm rediscovering the anime series Ranma 1/2 at the moment. I forgot how much I love it!  

 Just a quick post today before I go and get some exercise at last. I have been milking this cold way too much and haven't really left the flat except to go shopping.

 Today, to prove that I'm not completely focused on myself,  I'm going to skip to the latest parody. This one is absolutely nothing to do with real life! So, here is my parody of Clarice Lispector's The Hour of the Star:

Sweeping Statements

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the cat sat on the mat

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?!@this is not an ironic sentence@!?

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My Banana Bread Is In The Oven

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How sarcastic can a parody be?

The feline reclined upon the exquisite afghan. But the feline was actually a slice of pizza. If indeed pizza exists, which I know it doesn't. In fact nothing exists so I am not actually writing this because the world never started, and you cannot be reading it. What with not existing.

My apologies for speaking so simply. If you want something a bit more complicated you could try reading the texture of a brick wall as braille. Alternatively, read Harry Potter.

The quadruped alighted upon the floor covering of intricately woven man-made fibres. Before the first chocolate there was pre-chocolate. And before that there was pre-pre-chocolate, also known as coal. But before the coal there was a pineapple.  Oops, there I go again with the simple writing. I can't help it, it's super-trendy at the oment. Or perhaps it's not and I'm just being deliberately awkward. No, I'm making a point. A very pointy point.

Oh yes, I had a story to tell didn't I. About a cat. Do you like my style of writing? I think it reflects a lot about my inner insect.

But the story. Yes, I have a story to tell you. I simply must tell it or I shall spontaneously combust or something equally messy. It's about a cat, a white cat. Shall I tell you how long it took me to write my first essay in secondary school? I don't know how I ever got it finished, I have such a short attention...

The story! There's this white cat, although I'm sure you couldn't care less at this point. I can't help this meandering you know, writing is just so difficult! So many words to faff around with like 'star' and 'yes'. The possibilities are endless.

So anyway there's this cat and... oh forget it, you wouldn't like the story anyway. The cat dies.

My main worry about this one is that it might sound as angry as the book made me feel, and that might drown out the humour that I want to be in it too. Not that I'm too bothered, this is the first piece I've managed to submit on time so I'm proud of it no matter what!

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