So what's a feller' to do? (once again, a rhetorical question)

[bluebloodbeast]

I am confused. Also, I cannot seem to get away from my constant and all-pervading neuroses and petty worrying about all of the aspects of my life, from the most trivial to the grandest. The only way I can do it is by being one of the other parts of Mark, one of the parts that isn't me. Which is all well and good and fine and dandy, but I am still

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[eyes_that_snow]

mmm...
nuclear-powered attack blimps!

I know what to get you for your birthday.

[bluebloodbeast]

Then we could invade Canada! And from our secret arctic fortress (of doom, of course) we would launch forth our fleets of nuclear-powered attack blimps, which would become the scourge of the civilized world. Their rotund, buoyant sillhouette would be feared by all who see it, causing a shudder of trepidation to run down the spine of even the bravest of persons. Generations would whisper stories of the dreaded death dealt down upon the dirt by those dark dirigibles, of the doom that damned any dolt who dared defy the dangerously deranged duo (that's us, Jane) under whose domination they deported their daily drudgery!

--mark

[eyes_that_snow]

*weighing in hands
fortress canada, fortress europe
-well i suppose if you really get off on the cold it could work,
but i still think the beaches in europe are nicer.

(im sorry, im being mean. hurt feelings and non-existent gods feel from little room)

[eyes_that_snow]

opps, never mind;
didn't know i was banded