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Heidi always great hunter.
So confident and self-assured in skills of death-making that Heidi never feel need to show off. Heidi no show-boater! Heidi hate show-boaters!
Cats biggest show-boaters in universe! Heidi not kidding, she really, really hate cats. So arrogant!!
Heidi lost train of thought.
Heidi hungry.
Hope meat for dinner.
Meat and meat fat.
Oh! Heidi hate cats! When cats get lucky and accidentally kill mouse, make big deal of it! Like they just won Olympic gold medal! Cats parade about with mouse in stupid mouth, and like big suck they are, put dead thing at feet of everyone in pack as if to say, “Look what great cat did!” No class at all. Make Heidi want to barf.
Heidi kill mouse the other day.
No big deal.
Heidi crunch-blood kill mouse, Heidi eat mouse.
Simple.
However, Heidi now have bad dreams.
Ghost mouse come to haunt Heidi in her sleep.
Dream #1
Heidi chasing ball. In the zone. Always know where ball is going, always get ball. Ears blowing in wind, smell of grass and leaves and dead things everywhere! Practically out of body experience! Perfect day! And then ball turns into mouse, only mouse the size of Boarder Collie, and then Heidi turn into ball and giant mouse chasing Heidi! Very scary.
Dream #2
Heidi on her blanket, but somehow not quite her blanket. Strange, but Heidi decide to burrow anyway, and once Heidi under weird blanket and starting to feel safe, realize she is inside giant mouse and can’t get out!! Heidi wake up barking, feel off all day until hear kibble hit bowl. Always hits the reset button, that.
Dream #3
Heidi alone in long, green field. Feeling very contemplative, thinking of parents Heidi never knew, of all Heidi accomplished at 9, all she still hoped to accomplish, and then far away on the horizon see Mickey Mouse. Mickey Mouse waving at Heidi. And Heidi know that Mickey Mouse is death.
Q. What is your idea of perfect happiness?
A. To live a life free of false reports about Syria, and the constant threat of US propaganda and weaponry insulting and destroying our lives!
Q. What is your greatest fear?
A. Bombs.
Q. Which living person do you most admire?
A. I admire my brothers in the Syrian Electronic Army.
Q. What is your favourite journey?
A. It is when I journey online to hack American systems. I feel like I am visiting the nation myself and that I fight for truth and freedom. Of course, I also look forward to the Haj once I am older, have more money and less threats hanging over my head, and as strange as it may sound, I would also like to see Disneyland.
Q. What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
A. Physical strength. It is more important to be strong in the heart and mind. It amazes me that girls– Amira in particular– never seem to see this truth.
Q. On what occasion do you lie?
A. To protect the secrecy of the Syrian Electronic Army.
Q. Which living person do you most despise?
A. I hate Barack Obama very much, as I do Bush 1 and Bush 2, but I truly despise Harout. He is dishonest with the girls that I know, particularly sweet Amira, and he does not care about them, only himself and wrestling. He will know the wrath of the Syrian Electronic Army!
Q. What do you dislike most about your appearance?
A. I would like to be physically bigger and stronger so that I might punch Harout and win Amira from him. I would hit him in the throat so hard he would no longer be able to eat.
Q. What is your greatest regret?
A. It is personal, but it has to do with Amira.
Q. What or who is the greatest love of your life?
A. Next question, please.
Q. What is the trait you deplore most in yourself?
A. Ha! That one is as easy to hack as The Huffington Post! I am terribly messy and you can ask any of my brothers if this is the truth! Also, I do not spend enough time with my pet.
Q. What is the trait you most deplore in others?
A. It is the hypocritical bombing of a free people.
Q. What is your greatest extravagance?
A. Sneakers. I have many pairs, perhaps 20.
Q. When and where were you happiest?
A. It was on the beach at Ras Al Bassit. Amira and I laughed and played in the waves as it rained one early evening. We were dolphins.
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It always seemed a little bit like New Year’s Eve to me. I’d feel all sorts of pressure to have a great time, make fancy plans, and then at the end of it all, feel as if I’d been at the wrong place all night, and then bitter and depleted, would end up walking home.
The sheer volume of people who attend Nuit Blanche disassembles whatever plans I had, and inevitably I’d spend most of my time texting lost friends.
Yr @ Dufferin Grove??
U said Dundas, did’t u??
The commissioned works that have the most promise always have endless, Disneyesque lineups that stretch 90 minutes into the future and the ambient art that serves as the connective tissue between the major installations has a souvenir stand feeling to it. In short, it gives me the sense that I just participated in some weird variation of spring break.
And so this year Rachelle and I felt little remorse about skipping the event. Instead, I participated via social media, opening up my Twitter feed to all the glory that was Nuit Blanche:
E-gene
Get ready for a stupid flood of poor-lit photos of unknown subject matter tonight on Twitter and Instagram. #sbnb
MryW
“Let the art speak for itself” — a girl after overhearing my bf’s interpretation of an exhibit. #sbnb
ESTRONG
Man beside me carrying bananas. Art or groceries? #sbnb
I’m at a high five competition … Haha #sbnb
Ion
I am supposed to be looking with a critical eye at #sbnb pieces, but really I am just drink drank drunk.
Alfagrrl
It’s the little things during #sbnb that make me smile. Nothing new here but makes me love my city!#sbnb
Petalpusher
Green frogs light up. Sometimes less, sometimes more. In background people scream about vodka. Latter not part of exhibit. #sbnb
Petalpusher
Some ass just fell off friend’s shoulders and whacked me in leg. He then tried to apologize with Italian opera. Yep, #sbnb is now messy
Blackcrown
#sbnb Not going out for Nuit Blanche is the new going out for Nuit Blanche.
if i ever find the FUCKING asshole who stole my seat & straps i will fucking CUT YOU TILL YOU BLEED & take my fucking bike gear back. #sbnb
Overheard: “Nooo! They are not having sex! They are being hung upside down by fish hooks!!” #sbnb
ashsper
Saw some interesting #sbnb stuff along bloor. Especially liked the ‘choir’ at the church at Walmer/Bloor. Soothing
“Yo, that sh*t is f*cking sick!” Woman (on drugs?) repeatedly yelling at performers in classroom at end of the world exhibit #sbnb
shannnnon
If you’re on a bike, you better ding that bell. Losers running into streets, taxis are swerving, drunk people barfing on curbs. #sbnb
sytc
45 minute wait at All Night Convenience at #sbnb you know where to find me
shedoesthecity
In Trinity Bellwoods people are playing tennis & renegade dance parties compete with shite #sbnb dance party. Skip park, go to castle!
Overherd
The funny thing is we’re not even looking at art we’re just drunk #sbnb
Anchorman2
Cab Driver: “let’s get the fuck out of here” #sbnb
HelenofCry
CRAZY lineups!!!#sbnb
AnnaVanna
LOVE Nuit Blanche, beautiful art!!!#sbnb
sighfactory
For those of us who have lived here for every rendition of#sbnb, tonight is just a yearly nightmare.
Makhoul
A field of glowsticks. #sbnb
Nina24
I walk #sbnb alone. Much prefer it solo. Ending night on a swing. Sean Paul blaring in background but tranquil here. Love this city.
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