Like all things that have climbed too high, the wax in my wings has melted. Falling, falling, the ‘gravity’ of my situation has captured me. Plummeting earthward, once again I find myself bound in my chains, screaming as the wind steals my breath. An angel, falling, having given into the complexities of life. I want to fight, but I just seem to
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No I havent I'm such a bad bad Bro. Will you ever forgive me?
Sir Zen-a-lot.
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I am positively famished for news of you!
I could be persuaded to return the favor, I suppose. All I have bothered with writing on here was after the many requests for details of my last little, annoyingly dramatic adventure.
You've come home at a... well, let's say INTERESTING time, st least.
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A son...
Death...
Devorce...
That summons my wanderings up in a nut shell.
Tell me of your dramatic adventure my chotic companion, I'm home... lets see what these INTERESTING times have brought you!
Zen'Kal
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Being Zen'Kal
Fallen
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Its been rough, just join Furry Muck again. Get on there from time to time with the Bastard Zen'Kal. Has life been treating you well? Or do I need to find a nice spot next to me where ever I might fall?
Zen'kal
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Zen
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And yes you should pop on Taps from time to time :D Or email me a way to get in touch with you via phone or somesuch.
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