there is no answer to all these questions except that happiness really is a destination some place you can reach and not just with imagination but with honest hope and consternation find your wellness in emancipation.
whether or not i do often depends on the weather. (inner daryk again- smack my paw.) anyway, i usually can't help myself. everybody better watch out, you can never tell what i'm going to spill next.
i have a feeling we are like two drunken irish football fans on the way home from the match who decided to hunt...and our songs have scared everything away.
...like a drunk in a midnight choir, i have tried, in my way, to be free. amen. i AM sober enough to be quiet if you think that'll help anything.
(on the other hand, we're not drunk- well, i'm not anyway- and having a great time shouldn't be something that repels anybody else. is our fun intimidating somehow? how could it be? it's lowbrow and goofy. or maybe it's our familiarity. or the taint. it's the taint, isn't it? it's always the taint.)
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i like it muchly, you. taking it to heart. now write one called "ringwraiths"!
nerdy but nice,
H+P
i'll see what i can't come up with.
snarky. can't show my heart all the time, you.
aye...that you can. it's more weather or not you will let yrself.
whether or not i do often depends on the weather. (inner daryk again- smack my paw.) anyway, i usually can't help myself. everybody better watch out, you can never tell what i'm going to spill next.
just as long as it's not a biohazard,
i'm sure it'll be purty.
and i miss that jackass's banter.
oh. me, too. do you suppose the taint drove him away? dirty, filthy...
it coulda been the taint.
isn't it always?
hmmm, now there's a question for the ages. i have noticed that we don't seem to need company to make this place fun.
i have a feeling we are like two drunken irish football fans on the way home from the match who decided to hunt...and our songs have scared everything away.
...like a drunk in a midnight choir, i have tried, in my way, to be free. amen. i AM sober enough to be quiet if you think that'll help anything.
(on the other hand, we're not drunk- well, i'm not anyway- and having a great time shouldn't be something that repels anybody else. is our fun intimidating somehow? how could it be? it's lowbrow and goofy. or maybe it's our familiarity. or the taint. it's the taint, isn't it? it's always the taint.)
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