Well, an idea popped into my head that's kinda poetic. It was for some silly 'get to know you' thing at my University and I didn't really have the time (and less face it: the nads) to actually go into it. I really liked the idea though so, well, here goes.
The question was what object are you? My response: I'm a half finished rubic's cube. The patterns that are on me appear to be inexplicable and no matter which way you look, or twist and turn me it only seems to get worse. Then, through a seemingly random series of movements all the parts align and you get the full picture and you see that I'm pretty much like everyone else. I may have different colours adorning my faces from the norm, but I still look pretty much like everyone else.
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