the coming of age of the bat in times of terror

[cristobat]

I'd like to tell you a story today. Some of you may have heard parts of this story. I've been wanting to write this for sometime now but haven't taken time out of my cognitive surplus to do so... until now. I suppose events have transpired that have prompted this from the depths of my brains. The transient nature of my life, the mental house

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[teensy80]

<3 thanks for the walk through the looking glass You have so much going for you Shine brightly darling and never loose hope *HUGS*

[roivassusej]

You wake in the morning, but you're hard to find
A look in the mirror, what You've left behind
You got your job, or you wander around
There's plenty of stuff, but nothing to be found

You're a late twentieth century
Postmodern refugee
A late twentieth century
Postmodern refugee

There's nothin' that'll move ya
There's plenty to be bought
There's no kind of mystery
There's no new thought
Tied up in your neurotic knots
Airhead celebrities that's all you got

[roivassusej]

Sorry you referenced Snog, so it had to be done.

[cristobat]

Then you understand the mindset I was in washing dishes at the Encore Cafe. Doing my best to emerge from nihilism... but still staring off into the abyss from time to time.

[wyndebreaker]

So where do Zeppelins fit into all of this?

[cristobat]

the future, my friend... the not so distant future.

I know... lovely light reading for the afternoon. :)

[jeannienuclear]

i think you probably ought to give yourself more credit. you have given a lot back on a personal level w/ friends as well as on a greater scale. we all outgrow bloomington, but it is where were get our strength.
when you relocate, things will probably fall into place because it is the right time.
:)
anyway. yeah. it was interesting reading this entry. i had totally forgotten about some of that stuff, like I forgot that Kiva existed. :) whoops!

[doctorcurly]

Your story inspires, probably more than you realize or intended.

Thank you for sharing it.