( Ignorance is bliss cherish it, pretty neighborhoods you learn too much too old, believe it not )

How absolutely pointless.

Thylas.

I will be going to live with Chaos and Zhygure, if that is acceptable. Zhygure is going to teach me what it is to be human.

Chaos...I thank you for your assistance.

[Transmission cuts on, and all there is for quite some time is the sound of heavy and rapid breathing. It never slows, but eventually there is a sob, and a lot of mumbling that cannot be made out. Eventually the sound of both breathing and crying cease, and there is only a single word that can be made out, shouted with a great deal of fear and ( Read more... )

Inappropriate.

I have never been called such before, not even with all of the terrible things that I have done. And the one thing I would consider about me to be good, I am labeled as not appropriate.

Quite interesting.

Last night was quite interesting. I am hoping for a repeat performance. In all aspects of what happened.Also, I am in the need of a gift for Thylas. He is the most important to me, and as I love him so dearly, it is only proper to give him a gift. Anyone who is not at all particularly fond of their eyes please direct your attention to me. ( Read more... )

There is an electrical yellow rodent. It will not cease in following me.

... it does not react well to being kicked. Thylas, I might possibly require slight medical attention.

Jealousy is not such a terrible thing, despite how consuming it can be for some of us. It is a part of who I am, and although he accepts it, I do wonder if he approves of it.

Nothing I feel makes any sense any longer, and I loathe the fact.

Every human I ask gives a different response as to what exactly the meaning of this "holiday" is. Indians are involved in every story, so I will blame the day existing entirely upon them.

However, I do not suppose getting to enjoy turkey with my brother ends with a need to blame anyone at all.

I do wish I had been present all those years ago to ( Read more... )

A day to celebrate and feast in the name of Indians and corn. A day to be thankful.

Quite ironic such a holiday even exists here, since there honestly is not anything for myself or anyone else here to be thankful for. And if anyone dares to feed me the rubbish of "at least you're alive", I will rip out your stomach myself.

... well, I am thankful ( Read more... )