I can never willlingly step on those 'negative power lines'* - you know the ones; they're a combination of cracks in the pavement and an invisible network of 45 degree lines radiating from the corners of all and every manhole cover, little water-tap-thingy cover and in fact
any embedded 'pavement furniture'.
*They're like a sort of horrid, unsettling little web of 'anti-ley' lines that, if trodden on, begin to grow in power and subsequently are enabled to exert a malign and undisclosed influence over
your my life...
bastards! They're out to f@#*in' get me...
This is not a random thing, either... there's a very strict set of rules that governs how the 'negative power line' network is established.
1) Any and all cracks in the pavement -
don't step on em!
2) Any and all lines formed by the boundary of any paving slabs or kerbstones -
don't step on em!!
3) You can step on the joins between any and all brick paviers - god! that'd just be silly!
4) The edges of manhole covers, or the small metal water board access hatches? (plus all concrete ones and variations thereof, naturally) -
Don't step on em!!!
5) Here's where it gets really
deranged serious.
Every single 90-degree corner on a paving slab or item of pavement furniture (but
not kerbstones, interestingly...) that forms part of the pavement that you're walking on has an
invisible 'negative power line' extending at a 45 degree angle from the point out to an unknowable distance, but trust me; it's a long way and you won't be able to just walk in front of the end of it.. oh-ho no, friend -
DO NOT step on em!!!! Don't do it!!!!!
6) All of the invisible 45 degree lines criss-cross each other as they stretch to infinity or the edge of the pavement or wherever... it's bad enough to step on one of them, but the
intersections? -
DON'T STEP ON EM!!!!!! they're the worst of all...
7) Anyone's shadows that fall across your path; these are much more clearly defined on a strong sunny day, meaning that the sun is a key factor in this - sod em. They're just shadows, man!
By now, you're probably beginning to get some idea of the quite extraordinary ballet of tiptoes, cross-steps and continual stride adjustment that's required to avoid falling foul of these, the Great Evil One's most insidious creations.
All of this can make one look like a scary weird fucktard as one proceeds oddly down the street, staring at the floor and tiptoeing as though in the midst of a minefield that no-one knew was there... "What?! What?!! T'cha lookin' at? *weirdo*..."
In the end, this may explain why I prefer to walk on virgin tarmac, grass, dog turds...
anything but the liiines maaan... don't make me walk on the lines!*sob!*
ps - this is all perfectly normal to me and the rest o' ya's... well, you're all buggered. Sorry.