( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Know who would win Gold in archery hands down? Legolas.

Bet you all thought I'd say me. Hey, even I know that the elf is better than me. Too bad he's not here too. We could have a pretty badass archery club then.

[sounds of pacing around outside the library. agitated Irish accented voice floating around somewhere in the vicinity of the mobile's speaker.]

Little bits of sky falling everywhere--

[sounds of shoes stepping down off the library steps, arms flailing, bits of snow and wind hitting the mobile's speaker.]

Hey! Hey you! [sound of muffled people talking in the background.]

HEY! RUN AWAY! POISONOUS COLD SKY BITS!! DON'T DAWDLE, RUN YOU GREAT FOOLS!

[sound of footsteps as people disappear, leaving him by himself.]

Oh... [insulted.] oh FINE then! Joost GET poisoned! -- See what I care!

With potent, flowery words speak I, of something common, vulgar, dry; I weave webs of pedantic prose,in effort to befuddle those, who think I wile time away, in lofty things, above all day, the common kind that linger where Monadic beings live and fare; Practical I may not be, but life, it seems, is full of me!

What. The. Fuck.