so lately my knees have been really sore. it's draining.

Okay, actually life is not particularly wonderful from an objective point of view; subjectively, I'm content a lot. This is why my writing has slacked -- it is primarily an endeavor to divert my attention from brooding and such, I guess. At least, that's what I've been learning lately.

Just wait for it, I guess.

Then again. I've been thinking lately. Thinking often ends poorly.

Wow, my little equinox celebration was amazing. No details as I assume there will be some present in my writing, which also probably will be taking a short break from Dischorderly Madness maybe. Of which a couple more are written but will remain unposted until a little more of it is done. The pieces just aren't made to stand alone.

I'm also ready to announce that I am, and have been, writing a book.
I'm not sure how I want to go about posting it or whatever, maybe chapter by chapter, but, uhh, I want it to all happen with a certain rapidity, so .. we shall see.

Person 1: Where I come from, 'fuck you' is a polite way to say hello.
Person 2: Where I come from, 'hello is a polite way to say 'fuck you!'

Person 1: Fuck you!
Person 2: Why hello!
...
Person 1: Er, hello?
Person 2: ... fuck you.

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Skittles are dangerous. They could kill our president. Do no let them travel on airplanes or own firearms. Screen them for drugs regularly. Eat them at your own risk!
</randomness>

This is the first in what might become my NEW FANCIER OnLINE journals (of doom)! This does not make them any more clever, witty, or guarded, oh no! It makes them more public! See me overuse exclamatories! See me plot to take over the world in my underwaer! Eww. Stop seeing that, really.

The point here is thus! To take the journals I would normally write and horde and keep to myself, and share it with you, the unwashed and unabashed unaudience! This is exciting! Which explains the exclaiming, but does not exclaim the explaining!
</introduction>

You decide.
My hair is pretty sexy. It's all cut and stuff. Pictures forthcoming.

</actual entry>

I'm going to try to include bits from my poetry scrapbook sort of thing here, too Explaining the following:
</poetry introduction>

---------
I thought we were falling in love,
but it was just the drugs.
We thought we were falling in love,
turns out it was just the drugs.

I could see the light in her eyes
reflecting at me, pools of moonlight
The end was half-written there
in the dark vacancy of her stare!
Insanity was never all. that. hard, to find.
She painted a picture of me naked,
smoking, so jaded, with horns of Satan!
Is that what I must seem to her to be?
Just a drunk and depressed discarded condom?

Insanity was never all. that. hard! to find.

We thought we were falling in love
but it was just
the drugs.
I thought we were in love
turns out it was just
the drugs.


Explosion.

(yes, Felix, that was just a loose joke about you ending a poem with the word 'chaos'

This is what happens if you mix reggae and industrial, other than getting weed laced with cocaine and gunpowder.
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</poetry>

Poetry over.
Decease!
I mean, desist!
decapitate!
capitulate!
quarter!
parsnips, no, wait, parley!
</schizophrenic session>

And on that note farewell. Keep in mind the recent tragedies, most notably the loss of a few of Leon's precious brain cells, most of his hair, part of his ego, all of his journal privacy.
Pray for peace or piece of mind. Change a diaper of someone you don't even know. Eat a good sandwich. Call someone you miss. Hug the next person you damn well want to hug. In short, be a warm and fuzzy fucking individual. Then screw up.
</inspirational session>
If you really read all of this and didn't just read the first line, middle paragraph, and last line? I like you.
The others: Watch A Scanner Darkly as penance. Then A Beautiful Mind. Then download the Scanner_darkly book. You can get it on a .torrent from someplace like mininova.org along with like 40 other books by whomever so kindly wrote them, all in one nice .zip file. If you still have not come to the same conclusion as I, also download Neuromancer by someone like William Gibson. If that has not done it, you're either pointless or useless, unless you are dumb, in which case you're actually just pointless and also useless because you won't realize they're the same thing and will find it twice as insulting.
</useless (pointless) task>

I hope you enjoyed all this shiz.
May sweet Morpheus eat you with his pointy teeth,
like the wolf
and not the grandmother.
</farewell piece>
Staxu (10:02:11 PM): So, like, if you play on godlike and get to the last guy
Staxu (10:02:40 PM): it's beyond godlike, it's more like the whole universe including god is pitted against you and focused into one single flak cannon shot. Every time it hits you in the back. :/
cieuxdemort (10:03:07 PM): Lame.
cieuxdemort (10:03:12 PM): I'm leaving though. See you.
Staxu (10:03:04 PM): peace.

--Felix having no love for me.
</quitquote>

Life is weird.

I need to be more focused on my writing than I am. I need to be a lot more driven. And mostly, I need stalkers telling me what I'm doing wrong.