So...hey. How many of you people are still actually on DA?

I haven't written in 3 years. I'd love to get back to it, but I can't do it anymore.

Algavinn: monring mayor booksworth
audioshure1 9: afternoon good sir
Algavinn: how goes the state of the city?
audioshure1 9: hot
audioshure1 9: and dirty
audioshure1 9: haha
Algavinn: ahhh taking tea in the red light district today, are we sir?
audioshure1 9: lol
audioshure1 9: only the finest
Algavinn: i've always said you were a man of the people sir, and supporting the local economy! simply inspiring!
audioshure1 9: lmfao
audioshure1 9: indeed
audioshure1 9: i so what i can
Algavinn: and thats why they vote you in over and over, and your goons admire you so much they dont hesitate to step on the ankle of the desenter.
Algavinn: the qualities of gods and hero's! (speaking machiavellian of course)
audioshure1 9: but of course
Algavinn: what is on today's agenda, you're admirableness?
audioshure1 9: we went on a tour of east village earlier
audioshure1 9: that was pretty cool
audioshure1 9: gonna watch "avenue q" tonight
audioshure1 9: my last show
Algavinn: ahhh yes, the orphans and lepers....quite touching.

If you were to explain life, existence, humanity, and everything to some divine, alien, 6 year old sandwhich mold based lifeform how would you do it? where would you start? Shakespear? icecream? novels? There isnt any real way i can see to explain it all, even to each other, who experiences it all everyday. Not to even start on that we dont understand it all. There are just no adequate words. I myself cant even figure out how i should respond, react, and interact with it all, much less understand whats going on, why, how, and how to synthesize or explain. There are just no adequate words, nothing to do but roll with it, mumble incoherently, and sit there staring off into space like some kind of junky, while we try to figure it out.



that and eat much icecream.

Clarissa ran down the street pale yellow to midnight blue as she passed under the street lamps. Her forhead was damp with sweat and terror while the rest of her milky face was etched with tears. A racoon ruslted some garbage cans and she screamed and ran faster. Her house was in sight and she tried to look over her shoulders and not fall over during her final dash. She lunged over low fence and sprinted around to the back door. She struggled with her keys and then finally threw open the door and slammed it behind her, locking the handle, deadbolt, chain, and all. She charged upstairs and jumped into her closet under a blanket. She shook terribly, but started to calm down as her cat nuzzled up against her, and purred. She petted him and breathed slowly, and then as he rubbed his head against her cheak and uttered "Tomatoe," and pounced at the window, wings spreading in mid leap and continued to fly out of the room. It was that moment that Clarissa knew her life would never be the same.

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shannons lease runing out, we've moving elsewhere together, and with panda and lilka!