Don't own the Labyrinth. If I did, would I have had to take out that loan to pay for this year in Japan?


Words are dangerously amusing.

I like to think of words as a sort of Russian Roulette. But instead of holding a barrel to your own head, it is your rival, your enemy's temple that feels the cold kiss of steel. So when you choose your right words, the results can, and usually are, disastrous. But as so often is the case, the wrong words are as dangerous as an unloaded gun. You've accomplished nothing but a misfire since the chambers weren't loaded anyway. Your ammo, your words were too insufficient, too weak to cause any damage. So one tries again and again, with new words and new phrases hoping for that resounding bang of success.

And yet, when you do come across the correct intonation, it is not only the spectators who feel your wrath. You the speaker suffer from the affects. The bullet may not have killed you, but it is sure to leave lasting scars. Not to mention the blood and brains take forever to wash out.

I find it funny how some can be so mislead by what they speak that they forget their barrels aren't always fully loaded. They are so sure their words are the right words that when they are wrong, they blind themselves to the truth. They hurt only themselves because they are so sure that the bullet has hit its mark. And the spectators watch on in silent amusement as the speakers make an ass of themselves, or in this case, herself.

I bet she never realized her gun was only shooting blanks. "My kingdom as great" - what a lie. She has no kingdom of her own so there can be no comparison. Maybe she meant metaphorically, maybe physically, but it is up to the audience to interpret, and I prefer to interpret at my own discretion. Otherwise, I might never have won.

Sure, she thinks her bullet has hit its mark. She thinks that this little parley is over, the game done. But no game of Russian Roulette ends until a gun fires. Words are up for the interpretation of the audience, correct? And 'you' is such a vague term. Why, it could mean practically anything. For all I know, she could have been addressing the granite pavement beneath her feet. I laugh every time I think of the phrase, her defiant stance, her bafflement at the sentence popping from her mouth, like she can't believe she came up with that answer and it's correct? I couldn't burst her little bubble...yet.

I'll wait a couple of years to show her the truth. I have all the time in the world, and it has been so long since a word game amused me so. It doesn't hurt that she'll have 'matured' in more ways than one during that time. It will make firing my own gun all the more sweeter. Besides, my barrel is never empty. What's the point of Russian Roulette if a bullet never strikes its target?