I apologize to those who viewed my outburst before, which was so rude... full of comments I shouldn't have spewed, no matter what was my mood, I had no place bein' so crude. Such behavior ain't required, regardless of what's transpired, whether I'm moody or I'm tired. Won't happen again, that much I can conclude.

[Filtered from Beat, Rhyme, Ty Lee, ( Read more... )

[Rather Shoddy Privacy]

Fuck it. Fuck this. Fucking goddamn sons of whores. Fuck.

[The thud of punching a wall]

Shit. They fucking-- they were my goddamn glasses, and they just-- RRRRGH.

They can't--they just--those sons of--

[the sound of plopping into a chair]

God... god damn it.

[a pause, before hitting the desk.]

[a low, long sigh.]

Shit. Sorry.

So, soon we'll all go carolin', no doubt that's got me juiced, but gettin' all you guys involved had more than just one use. It showed that folks still love the music, even in this place, and now I'm curious to find your own personal tastes.

Carols aside, what's your tune? I'm eager to be learnin' to what kind of beat you aren't immune; what gets ( Read more... )

Looks like New York didn't just get Mama back; there's a new arrival, she's under attack. Pinned down by crabs in a 'net cafe, needs some people to help her right away. There's a lot of the mites, so she needs someone who fights; as much as it fills me with spite, I don't fall under that light.

I... is...

...is everyone all right? Really?

Livin' with kids is strainin' my nerves. S'pullin' on my energy reserves.

Miss Fey, I hope that it's okay if we got together soon some day? Something's eating away at my brain that I need to say.

My suit's gotten a bit worse for wear... more than a few rips an' tears. And I am aware it's not the worst of affairs, but I sure would like to get it repaired; especially in this winter air ( Read more... )

9:23 AM, Monday, November 9, copied down t'be sure it doesn't get lost:

THIS MESSAGE IS CLASSIFIED
UNIT H85244
SPECIAL SECTION CFP-TCI
PRIORITY ONE REQUEST COORDINATES/STATUS RE:
CV-102
CV-108
CV-109
TRANSMISSION IN THE BLINDZONE: I.D. REQUIRED
REQUEST IMMEDIATE RESPONSE
END TRANSMISSION

An' then in Morse it just goes again. For an hour, the computer's're ( Read more... )

Rhyme needs help. A doctor. Someone. Please.

( Private to Self, Medium Strength )