Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Echo and Narcissus

Okie dokes. So I'm really sorry, but when I went to go write this on Monday and went to the nifty link on Mrs. Whitman's blog with the prompt, I didn't pay attention to the dates and wrote about Abraham and Issac rather than Echo and Narcissus. Oopsies on the flip flop.

Anyways. Echo was this mountain nymph who loved to talk. One day, as Hera was snooping around Zeus's mistresses, Echo was distracting her so Zeus could escape the wrath of an angry life. But Hera was a smart cookie and realized what Echo was doing, so Hera cursed Echo with only the ability to repeat what others have said. After this episode, Echo runs into Narcissus and boy, was he a looker. Sucks to suck, though, since Echo couldn't say anything. As she was stalking him, he finally said something that she could use to talk to him, but freaks him out, and he's all like woah, back off, and she runs away in tears, but still loves him. Then she withers away with her voice left, ain't that sad? Second part to the story is that Narcissus was a buttmunch and rejected a whole slew of girls. These ladies begged the goddess Nemesis to get revenge on Narcissus somehow. One day after a hunt, Narcissus went down to the river to get a drink of after and saw this beautiful, perfect, majestic person in the water. Who might that be? Oh. Himself. Silly kid didn't realize it was himself and fell hopelessly in love and then turned into a flower. Talk about getting revenge.

At least it's a pretty flower....

An open letter to Kanye West:

Dear Kanye,

May I call you that? Or would you prefer Mr. Kanye? Or Mr. West? Or Mr. Kim K? I know that I am but a lowly human being compared to your god-like status, but you know what, whatever. I've heard that your greatest pain in live will be not being able to see yourself perform live, since you know, you need yourself to perform, and I'm so incredibly sorry. But you're a self proclaimed creative genius. Leather jogging pants? That's pretty darn awesome, and so incredibly innovative! I know someone with your literary background would be able to figure something out, right? Especially because you've put out the most perfect album ever. I believe in you. You go Glenn Coco.

With oodles of love,

Alyssa

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