darkhairedgirl
.the first and last Noel.
Noel
Born 6/302012 8:10pm - Died 6/30/2012 8:20pm
"it needs a name."
"ok, choose a letter."
"g"
"mmm...g is no good, go again."
"n?"
"n...n...n...noel. his name is noel."
"he is creepy."
"like something from pan's labyrinth."
/noel could not "spreken ze dutch", most probably because he was made of paper and children's nightmares. he lived his short, but influential life stoically meditating on the wooden counter of a bar, his neck twisted to gaze back out at the world who had shunned him since his very birth. noel never accused anyone of any wrongdoing insomuch as he accused himself of repeatedly questioning his own existence. why was he born? how did he get here? who controlled his fate?
noel was secure in the knowledge that he wasn't a hipster, but his ennui radiated forth in palpable waves of longing. and while his oversized head continued the ironic process of crushing his overworked spine, noel never complained.
when he was hounded by slightly inebriated and inept paparazzi, noel never caused so much as a stir, even when during his last few precious moments on this earth, against his will, he was dropped
unapologetically into an empty beer glass to live out the remainder of his minutes in a soggy prison as the world's first 'test pint baby'.
sadly, noel never learned to "spreken ze" anything, or wore a pencil behind his ear, and noel never read a book about a hidden agenda because noel knew that if a book had been written about a hidden agenda then the agenda was hidden rather poorly in the first place, but we can all breathe a huge sigh of relief knowing that noel never lived to see the day when oranges rose up to claim eggplant status.
but i think the most disturbing fact of all is that noel never ever got to taste
the sweet, dreamy goodness of a red velvet cupcake even though his
biographers shall go on to claim it as an irrefutable truth that he did.
that my friends, is the real tragedy in all this.
and though his time with us was brief, he will live in our hearts forevermore.
/the little lidd-uhl things. =)
.the first and last Noel.
Noel
Born 6/302012 8:10pm - Died 6/30/2012 8:20pm
"it needs a name."
"ok, choose a letter."
"g"
"mmm...g is no good, go again."
"n?"
"n...n...n...noel. his name is noel."
"he is creepy."
"like something from pan's labyrinth."
/noel could not "spreken ze dutch", most probably because he was made of paper and children's nightmares. he lived his short, but influential life stoically meditating on the wooden counter of a bar, his neck twisted to gaze back out at the world who had shunned him since his very birth. noel never accused anyone of any wrongdoing insomuch as he accused himself of repeatedly questioning his own existence. why was he born? how did he get here? who controlled his fate?
noel was secure in the knowledge that he wasn't a hipster, but his ennui radiated forth in palpable waves of longing. and while his oversized head continued the ironic process of crushing his overworked spine, noel never complained.
when he was hounded by slightly inebriated and inept paparazzi, noel never caused so much as a stir, even when during his last few precious moments on this earth, against his will, he was dropped
unapologetically into an empty beer glass to live out the remainder of his minutes in a soggy prison as the world's first 'test pint baby'.
sadly, noel never learned to "spreken ze" anything, or wore a pencil behind his ear, and noel never read a book about a hidden agenda because noel knew that if a book had been written about a hidden agenda then the agenda was hidden rather poorly in the first place, but we can all breathe a huge sigh of relief knowing that noel never lived to see the day when oranges rose up to claim eggplant status.
but i think the most disturbing fact of all is that noel never ever got to taste
the sweet, dreamy goodness of a red velvet cupcake even though his
biographers shall go on to claim it as an irrefutable truth that he did.
that my friends, is the real tragedy in all this.
and though his time with us was brief, he will live in our hearts forevermore.
/the little lidd-uhl things. =)