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For those of you waiting for Fic's post on what's going on...I give you a Chelle pressie. More to follow soon!

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I stared at the words on my screen and tried to make some sort of bargin with him. I tried to help him in some other way than the one he was asking for. No response ( Read more... )

It has occured to me, as I sit here contemplating chin ups off of the balcony again, that the worst things in my life are my greatest assets to everyone else. I can pretend that I am free all I wish, but yet there is nothing free about me. And it seems that my views on possession and being possessed might very well get those people that I love ( Read more... )

Once again, I feel the need to put something out there for STs, players, and anyone else who wishes to read, some culture material that you may find pertinant.

The 42 Precepts of Ma'at

( I have not done iniquity. (Acting with falsehood.) )

1. Think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of one of my characters (please specify which one).

2. Go to Google Images and search for that word.

3. Reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results (don't tell me the word).

4. Put this in your own journal so that I can do the same. 

The Man's Accusations

I opened my mouth to my soul
That I might answer what it had said:

This is too much for me today,
That my soul does not answer me;
It is really too great to be exaggerated.
It is just like deserting me.
Let not my soul depart,
But let it wait for me there.
His crime shall not be mine.
It is gripped in my body like a net of cords,
But it ( Read more... )

He had been provoked, and he stomped through my head like Godzilla trying to shake Tokyo down to splinters.  Each echo left shockwaves of a migraine behind, enough to make me reach up every now and again and rub the temples of my forehead.  Brian had looked over and asked if I was alright, and I couldn't even remember what I had said.  Probably ( Read more... )

In case you haven't heard, I have severe carpal tunnel.  This means that it's been excruciating just to type out an e-mail.  Because of this, I'm very behind and have been playing catch-up.  Both of my arms are in a brace, which means typing can be very slow.  Luckily, Mike found a voice recognition software that I've been using to type out my e- ( Read more... )

My darling Zio,

No pen could write these words, no stylus, no quill, no chalk nor finger in the sand.  It is Diego who must hold these words until we meet again.  And I must believe, Zio, that we will meet again.  If Diego is right...non...I cannot, must not think these words.  To believe this, after eons of time, that I am alone.  Have I ever been ( Read more... )