h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Yes I know I have ionly given you a post 1 hour ago, but I made up this song yesterday, I actuly made up another as well but it shall be posted next week or so to make things much more easier for coments and also becuase it makes me look less like I am procastinating in Information Provision (class I am in right at this very moment hence spelling not so hot). Anyway here is the song.

Butterfly

From the uptsairs window out upon the world you drift from the flower
The sky is yours to travel accorss and I wounder what you encounter

Do you meet the car in the rain, does it squash your fragile body?
Does it psuh you into a dismal drian, forever lost and forgotton?
Does the rain push you down to the swer king and start your travels there?

The swer king on his thrown of bone ignores all else but reality
He sits there listing to the words of a million people talking
He watches it all on security cameras and sets his rats on missions
He archives it all in a propected store and sits on the door

You need to get past to get what your after and thats not going to happen
I sense that you think you are defeted, but you have vigor in you yet
The butterfly wings that you posses are attractive to one such as he
He will concentrate on the light display and then you can make good your escape
Beyond the door there is no floor so be carefull of what you say

Suddenly a wind from who knows when does pick you up and carry you
The light does distract the swer king and his cat and you make good your esacpe beyond the fire and bats
But the wind is not good and your further travel is afoot and you get to the ice queens lair

In the mountains high and the glassiers low, the ice queen sits on a frozen thrown
she watches it all from a high adore and has the wisdom of the ages
but curruption is afot as she understood what the wind in her hair had ment
the icy wind that you travel on is sin to the ice queens own eyes
she quickly grabs the ever present sack of dust and lets it go
the air is think with wasps and whisps and a fight is not to be withstanded
but you have a trick, and its worked before you think
it might just work again
and it does as there dazzeld but the lights and the frazzel of what they see before them
you again esacape to the horrisans edge and travel further west

the sands of the east do wisper and beat upon your tired wings
it seems so long ago that you where in the snow
that know you dobt it ever happend
but in the middle of the sea of sand and dust you notice a strange light
drawn towards it by instinct
you want to be in it
and nothing else matters
its all a game
the roll of many are the same
the means of the end are ends of the means
the sun on the sand is forever be dammed
the horrin is no longer there
you fly towards the light
a can see in the sight is a evil that might defet you
you cant escape the light is not going to abate
but you don't care its just there
you must be near it
you want to have take care of it
and see that it glows forever
but your little trick will not get you out of the think of it
it does not work on the fever
the panic that fills the brian and does heal your instincal feelings
the light is put out and you do shout adjoyus feelings

not long now before your destination is assured
the travel was long, but your hope is not gorn
the song has not gron out for you
the wispers of doubt are not going to shout
and you feel in your hart
that you can make a new start
but its not what you should hope
becuase there is no more respite
and the taken sight of the flowers

the feild below is the destination you hoped
and you can get there with the last flight of your
wings alight and the feeling is assured
but your wings do not flap
the horrisan is back
and you cannot get to the grownd
there is no more hope
you will travel continously with no doubt never geting to the end
to the end
to the end

but suddenly a duck
it comes from above and captures you in its beak
you did not expect this turn of events and
your speedy decent assured
but you are captured in its beak
and it might decide to feed
your danse macarbe might sing out
but then your wings flutter in the wispersing winds
and allow the duck to see what he has
in his beak allone
he decided to let go
and you are forever freed to
the never beseen feilds
of poppys and grass
the flowers and necter
have what you have come after
and at last you can stop
the travels of the butterfly
and intresting beyond belif

I think that's one of you most well-thought songs. Very nice.

It did take some thought, not as spontanous as some of the eariler stuff I have done, but it really did need some thinking

It came out very well and it wouldn't have turned out a quarter as good had you not have thought it out.

I was standing waiting for the bus on monday in the 27degree heat and saw a butterfy fly past the road and I said to myself, what a wonderful world, then asked what would the story of that butterfly be like?

27 degree heat? Hahaha...*cough* I hit a sparrow today in the car. I think it's a similar idea.

Its hot when they say its going to be 18 and you where tracksuit and jeans

Surely you jest? A lot of people put on jeans and a tracksuit when it drops to that temperature...

It was going to be 18, but it turned out to be 27.

I shall mock you no further.

Now juts imagine a crowded bus in that situwation, I did not smell good after that one

Let me just say 42C, unairconditioned bus, windows not allowed to be open, tiny seats covered in naugahyde, three people per seat, claustrophobic, asthmatic, motion sick Stacy in the middle. Does that lend itself to a pretty picture? Your situation is pretty miserable, too, however.

Yeah thats pretty greusome, we don't get to many 42's during school semseter here, we go on a big 6 week break over the really hot stuff, however it has happend way to many times for my likeing. Its the change in tempreaure and the dryness here thats the real problem, I like 4 or 6 at night but soon it will be 15 or 16 at night and 30 in the day, and there will be almost nill huminity, which gives this dry heat that makes you sweat more than two german tourists on holiday in the saharah.

30C with little humidity sounds like heaven, quite honestly. There's something awful about 44C and 99% humidity. The humidity here is suffocating and people get heatstroke at 25C. I'm a 5-20C kinda gal, myself. I may curse humidity, but I'd turn into a lizard without at least 50% humidity a deal of the time.

Yes well I hate anything above 80% humidity above say 25 degrees, and thats what Sydney is like. I can deal with heat, and I can deal with cold, but I don't like anything below 50% humidity or above 85% humdity, so finding somwere I like to live might be slightly hard, i think I am just going to have to deal with it.

I would rather have cold than hot and high humidity than low humidity. Yeah, finding a place to live is going to be tough. I'll probably end up somewhere that's cold with little humidity. I'll just make a huge stock investment in the moisturizer industry.

I think tasmania is relativly cold with high humidity, they currently have 1 day with 30C a year, and have westerlies go over them all the time that miss us completly.

Tasmania. Orchids live there, but they probably have a quarantine on animals.

Yes, but you will have to deal with quarantene as long as you go to another country, I suppose canada might have one as well. We don't have rabies here and we don't plan on geting it, so yes dogs in quarenteene is an unfortunate nessessity.

Not all countries (Germany, for one) have a quarantine on animals. If a dog has been vaccinated every year for rabies and has never been in a situation where they could contract it, it is a bit silly. Of course, there are times when you can quarantine your own pet in your own home as we did when we went to Lakenheath.