#drowzyisagoodword

[pmd3-moved]

I just watched FNAF and I'm home alone for two weeks. All the doors in my house refuse to stay close due to weak latches, and they creak constantly. BRING ON THE ANIMATRONIC DUCKS.

NAH YOU BETTER STAY AT A FRIEND'S PLACE OR SOMETHING I WOULDN'T RISK THAT YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IN HORROR MOVIES. DON'T BE LIKE PEOPLE IN HORROR MOVIES

[freedomcaged]

Think deeply about meadows.

Meadows are important.

[pmd3-moved]

We don't actually know each other but I read your 'internet friends aren't real' thing and I can emphasise. I'm sure a lot of people can emphasise. It really is complete bullshit, and honestly kind of crushing when you hear that other people consider your greatest friends insignificant. But it's okay, because from what I've seen I think you and kylie's friendship is probably one of the most genuine (and funniest) I've ever seen, so don't feel too bad! Or at least try not to.

oh my god you are a wonderful person

i am going to use my favorite hug gif on you

i'm just speechless wow... i don't feel too bad!! i know some people just don't understand, i just wish they can be a little more openminded and stuff, not just with me, but with others who are in my situation (and on this site there's probably many). i'm just wow thank you for sending me this!!

[cals-a-hunkie-blog]

EPISODE 1: -- A MANKEY START OF THE MEOW-N-TH-- Part 1

-- visceralBeatdown [VB] began trolling jadedInterloper [JI] at 09:31 --

[09:31] VB: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JuYeHPFR3f0

[09:31] VB: (( * ))

[09:31] -- visceralBeatdown [VB] EPISODE 1: --

[09:31] -- visceralBeatdown [VB] A MANKEY START OF THE MEOW-N-TH --

[09:31] -- jadedInterloper [JI] Why this? --

[09:38] -- visceralBeatdown [VB] Pallet Town. A new town compared to the others of the Kanto Region, it was set up by travellers from a few centuries ago. Now the home of the infamous Pokemon Professor Oak, as well as two other fami --

[09:38] VB: lies known as the Phillips' and the Poriers, the town features dew-glistening flower patches, white picket fences, and an all encompassing forest surrounding a jade green square, extending north into the greater Kanto region, and down into the southern seas. Other people, most likely workers from the forest area and their children, mill about and play in the idyllic area.

[09:53] -- visceralBeatdown [VB] with the loud shout of an angry woman, and the screech of a Vigoroth, the door to the left opens, and out spills a girl thin and lanky for her age. At ten years old, Virginia Phillips stands about 5' --

[09:53] VB: 2, with a body like a rake. Her hair is frizzy, and reaches at this point only to her shoulders, in a center parted curtains look. She looks fearful for a moment, before brushing the dust off herself, and smiling. She wears long, three quarter length shorts of an olive green color, and a white tank-top. Around her waist is a tightly wrapped Poke-belt, with one pokeball in it, and on one shoulder i

[09:53] VB: s slung a bright blue backpack.

-- visceralBeatdown [VB] is now an idle chum! --

-- visceralBeatdown [VB] is now an idle chum! --

[10:23] -- jadedInterloper [JI] Upstairs in Viridian City's family run Pokemart a young girl ten years of age began whipping through her makeshift dresser that was her luggage crate to find an outfit to wear. With vigor in her step --

[10:23] JI: she placed each outfit up next to her in the mirror and quickly examining herself with a scrutinizing gaze before finally settling for what she had been holding now. Unusual as that may be considering how often Cheri fusses and complains with not having enough stylish clothes to wear she was all to excited to get going to help her father deliver parcels that day. Despite her bitterness towards hi

[10:23] JI: m it was not the prospect of doing something nice to sweeten their relationship that caused her to be the was she was today, rather it was because of what she had received just the night before at the Pokemon Center her first pokemon Meowth. Her mother having talked with her father briefly on the subject of her daughter's happiness quickly agreed to pay for the pokemon and her former lover's propo

[10:23] JI: sal if it had kept Cher out of her hair for a little while longer. During all that time of waiting for his daughter's pokemon to come through the Pokemon Center mail room Hurk had sought out a Pokemon Professors advice in the next town over on tips of raising pokemon. Which very soon lead to the idea of allowing her to go on a short journey to Pewter City and back documenting the pokemon she saw a

[10:23] JI: long the way which at that time was all kept a secret from Cheri.

[10:29] -- visceralBeatdown [VB] stretches her arms up, and then down as she walks towards the flower patch just outside her house. Her body swings over the picket fence, and she lands in the midst of the pink and purple things, sit --

[10:29] VB: ting down to pick some of them, and put them in her hair. She enjoyed moments like this, where she didn't have to act so tough in an attempt to be not seen as a target by her mother. Helen Phillips lived alone these days, apart from the company of her Vigoroth, and Virginia's father supposedly lived in Celadon City. This is where Gini pined to go, and so, after the Pokemon Professor had persuaded

[10:29] VB: Helen of her daughter's potential, she grudgingly let her go; although her connection towards the child was neither hindered nor strengthened by the thought of her leaving, such was her apathy. Virginia had packed few clothes, and a singular potion with her, somewhat underprepared for the road ahead, but enthusiastic nontheless. She had been told to be at the Pokemon Professor's labratory as soon

[10:29] VB: as possible, but she supposed she could wait for now.

[10:31] -- jadedInterloper [JI] Dashing down the stairs Cher's french designer summer dress bounced with each step until by the very last one she spun around giving her father a twirl to show off some of the clothes he could never --

[10:31] JI: afford to buy her as well as the pokeball in hand. Her dress light in colour was the faintest shade of pink decorated with small flowers along with dainty ribbons and lace running across each of its hem lines and tiers of the skirt. This was matched along side a sun hat, scarf and weaved brown bag which she had packed with her father's generous donation with a few potions, some water, and lunch fo

[10:31] JI: r the day.

[10:31] JI: Cheri: "Vw'at do you zink?"

[10:32] -- jadedInterloper [JI] Turning from the counter Hurk looked down at his daughter with the biggest of smiles. It's a shame that this was the happiest he's seen her so far and he wasn't even going to be there to see the most of it. --

[10:33] JI: Hurk: "You look great Cherry!"

[10:33] JI: Hurk: "Oh- I almost forgot. I 'ave somezing for you."

[10:35] -- jadedInterloper [JI] Surpised Cheri curiously trotted towards the counter having to use the tips of her toes to look across the edge as she rested her arms crossed over the top. --

[10:35] JI: Cheri: "Vw'at is it?"

[10:39] -- jadedInterloper [JI] Grinning all the while Hurk took from his pocket a red ribbon which even this small bit of fabric looked far too expensive for him to afford. --

[10:39] JI: Hurk: "For your Meowth."

[10:40] -- jadedInterloper [JI] meowz* --

[10:43] -- jadedInterloper [JI] A sharp smile running along her noticeable angular features even in the early development of her growth barely even began to show the delight that she felt alongside her enthusiasm and anticipation. --

[10:43] JI: Awwesome!~~

[10:44] JI: Hmn!- (hmmn)

[10:44] JI: I mean it looks great Hurk.

[10:46] -- visceralBeatdown [VB] finally, gets up and begins to move, having picked flowers to the point of having an almost flower crown in her hair. She ponders whether this makes her look ridiculous, before looking back towards h --

[10:46] VB: er house, and deciding that she has a lack of care towards whether it does or not. She strides with a bold smile on her face towards the pokemon labratory. Trying to open the door, she finds it closed, with a note saying that the Professor will be back later, so instead she chooses to sit outside on a bench, waiting patiently.

[10:47] -- jadedInterloper [JI] Almost suspiciously Cher carefully swipes the ribbon from his hand with far too slick moving fingers. Hurk would have hardly known it's disappearance if he had not been looking down at the time to see it. --

[10:48] JI: Hurk: "I'm glad you like it, but I suppose it's time you vwould be getting along now. I don't vwant to keep my customers vwaiting. Now zis is very important Cheri so listen. Don't open ze package and deliver it right avway to the pokemon professor."

[10:49] JI: Cheri: "I know, I know! Vwe've been over zis like a zousand times!."

[10:51] -- jadedInterloper [JI] Having noticed a tightly rolled bag on the counter Cher quickly reaches out for that too ready to get her small adventure to Pallet town over with so she could train her pokemon in the grass. --

[10:51] JI: Hurk: "Don't even stop to go in the grass!"

[10:52] JI: Hurk: "I'll know, I've not only got eyes on the back of my head but ears everyvw'ere in zis town."

[10:52] JI: Hurk: "I'll 'ear about it if you do!"

[10:52] JI: Cheri: "Yes, yes. I knooow!"

[10:53] JI: Cheri: "First zing I do is to go to 'im! Don't vworry."

[10:54] -- jadedInterloper [JI] She says this all the while slowly backing away towards the door slipping her pokeball and package into her bag that she slung over the side of her shoulder. --

[10:54] -- jadedInterloper [JI] Hurk began to say something else once more but before he could she was already out the door. --

[10:57] -- jadedInterloper [JI] Little did she know she probably wouldn't make it back home for supper that night otherwise she might have stay to listen to his small loving farewell. As well to her unknowing he had packed a two ot --

[10:57] JI: her pairs of clothes, some extra money, and lastly a few healing items from his shop and some extra pokeballs. The weight of it all might have felt odd if she had not thought this was just another one of his extravigant lunch boxes he always made weighing her down.

[11:00] -- jadedInterloper [JI] With a rush of wind running through her hair Cher races towards the the small hill that short cutted her way out of town hopping over it with as much bounce to her dress as her hair before dashing once again towards the pathway leading out of the city into a fairly straight forwardd pathway into the next town. --

[11:01] -- jadedInterloper [JI] Heading her father's words she stuck to the path despite so desperately wanting to stray, but not as much wanting to have the responcibilty of handing whatever the parcel was into the Pokemon Professor in the next town. --

[11:02] -- jadedInterloper [JI] With a few more short cuts it took her a little less than fifteen minutes to reach a small patch of tall grass seperating the forest path from the village. --

[11:03] -- jadedInterloper [JI] From there she could see the outlines of two large houses as well as and even bulkier and taller building behind them. --

[11:03] -- jadedInterloper [JI] Without slowing her pace she runs through the grass lucky enough not having stumbled upon a pokemon and entering the town safely. --

[11:05] -- jadedInterloper [JI] From there on she began to strut towards what was obviously the lab of the professor even though she had not yet been inside despite her short tour her father gave her of the surroundings when she first came to visit him. --

[11:06] -- jadedInterloper [JI] Bending the corner around the building she had glimpst upon a girl sitting outside the building on a bench. She probably wouldn't have paid her any mind if it had not been for the weeds in her hair. --

[11:06] -- visceralBeatdown [VB] watches with some surprise as she spots another girl. She kicks her legs back and forth to show she is in fact, awake, and for now simply watches her curiously, as her hand strokes affectionately over the pokeball. --

[11:06] JI: "Vw'ats in your 'air?"

[11:07] -- visceralBeatdown [VB] seems a little surprised at the first line of conversation. She frowns, and moves her hand up to her hair, touching at the flowers. She looks at Cheri a little strangely, as if to say that it's clearly obvious. --

[11:07] VB: Um, flowers?

[11:08] JI: Ze look like grass and vweeds.

[11:09] -- visceralBeatdown [VB] scowls, and brings her hand up to her hair again, patting the flowers there, before standing, somewhat habitually due to the follow up to verbal abuse from her mother. She retorts with a sharp tongue. --

[11:09] VB: Well they're not, they're flowers.

[11:09] VB: If you wanna find grass, their's stains all over your socks.

[11:09] VB: there's*

[11:10] -- jadedInterloper [JI] Somewhat naive due to her young age Cheri peers down at her socks not wanting to show the shock that she felt was building up inside. --

[11:10] JI: Zey are not stained!

[11:10] JI: Liar.

[11:11] VB: Am not.

[11:12] -- visceralBeatdown [VB] looks somewhat indignant, the argument having caused her to look away from the approaching of a labratory assistant inside moving towards the glass doors. --

[11:12] VB: Look!

[11:12] VB: Your white socks are all green.

[11:12] -- jadedInterloper [JI] The knee-high socks were in fact however a little wet with dew and had a few stray grass blades stuck to the fabric. --

[11:13] JI: Shut up!

[11:13] JI: Zat's just because ze are wet!

[11:13] -- jadedInterloper [JI] vwet* --

[11:13] VB: Wow, /you/ shut up! You started this!

[staticimpulse-blog]

NESTLE D

[2:58:51 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: http://en.inkei.net/stephanie!hayden!isaac!callum

[2:59:09 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: Sooooo

[2:59:26 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: I don't know about you

[2:59:39 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: but I think I might need to go to the doctor's

[2:59:53 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: because I don't think my penis is suppose to be green

[3:02:00 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: [3:01 AM] [I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials:

[3:06:12 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: http://en.inkei.net/Static!freedomcaged!Anandale_General!Emprical_Yorkicensio

[3:08:20 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: I fixed the spelling mistake on cal's name

[3:08:21 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: and

[3:08:30 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: it got even better

[3:08:31 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: http://en.inkei.net/Static!freedomcaged!Anandale_General!EmpricalYorkicension

[3:10:00 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: so

[3:10:02 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: hayden

[3:10:15 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: Isaac was all up on the fatso only part

[3:10:34 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: I would watch out if I were you

[3:13:38 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: [3:10 AM] [I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials:

[3:13:53 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: So I asked why the site was messuring in mm

[3:14:01 AM] [I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials: dON'T

[3:14:01 AM | Edited 3:14:21 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: and Isaac said because it was chinese

[3:14:28 AM] [I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials: fuCK

[3:14:52 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: and so I was like have you ever you know (messured before)?

[3:14:58 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: and he was like N-no

[3:15:17 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: so then I was like f you did would you messure in mm?

[3:15:41 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: to which he tried to inturupt me the whole time by going

[3:15:45 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: no no no nononono

[3:15:53 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: also

[3:15:58 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: I would like to point out

[3:16:14 AM] [I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials: i'm so done

[3:16:14 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: that the Stephanie Stewardson one he looked up is named

[3:16:18 AM] [I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials: s o d o n ne

[3:16:24 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: The Spark Presumptuous Kitty

[3:17:10 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: Is it me or does my penis describe me better in four words than I ever could?

[3:18:08 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: AND THIS IS ALL THANKS TO ISAAC FOR SEARCHING FOR PENIS GENERATORS

[3:18:13 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: DON'T KNOW WHY HE WAS LOOKING

[3:18:16 AM] [I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials: I FICUKN DIDN'T

[3:18:18 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: BUT THIS IS THE BEST NIGHT

[3:18:20 AM] [I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials: TUBMRL

[3:18:22 AM] [I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials: I HATE

[3:18:23 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: ALL BECAUSE OF HIM

[3:18:24 AM] [I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials: FUFUFHG

[3:18:25 AM] [I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials: KFAHF

[3:18:29 AM] [I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials: I'M

[3:18:30 AM] [I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials: SO DONE

[3:18:31 AM] [I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials: SO DONE

[3:18:45 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: (he was probably looking it up for that game he's making in class)

[3:18:59 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: damn son

[3:19:08 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: didn't know you were that dedicated to the D

[3:19:14 AM] [I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials: fffffffffffffuCK

[3:20:52 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: http://en.inkei.net/Callum_McNeill

[3:20:55 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: there is one for you

[3:20:58 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: and jesus

[3:21:03 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: what's Hayden's last name?

[3:22:45 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: [3:22 AM] [I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials:

[3:22:56 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: I think Isaac's speaks miles about his personality

[3:22:59 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: pfffffffffffffffffffft-

[3:23:47 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: how long do you think this chinese man spent thinking about dicks?

[3:25:23 AM] *** The Uselss Fresh Devil has changed the conversation picture. ***

[3:26:57 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: [3:01 AM] [I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials:

[3:27:32 AM] [I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials: cAN U NOT

[3:27:35 AM | Edited 3:27:39 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: man you spend a lot of time thinking of callum

[3:27:44 AM] [I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials: fuckin

[3:28:40 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: you know in reality if we were to compare dicks this would be super gay

[3:32:30 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: beehold

[3:32:32 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: http://en.inkei.net/Isaac!Andrew!Taylor!Neil

[3:32:36 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: your roommates

[3:34:41 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: [3:32:51 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: [3:32 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil:

http://en.inkei.net/Isaac!Andrew!Taylor!Neil

your roommates

[3:33:06 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: (btw isaac showed me this site)

[3:33:25 AM] The Uselss Fresh Devil: (totes not my fault, I did what anyone else would have done in this situation)

[3:33:44 AM] Thisigia: Welp.

[3:33:49 AM] Thisigia: I guess that's a thing.

[3:33:57 AM] Thisigia: Well uh.

[3:33:59 AM] Thisigia: Huh.

[3:34:09 AM] Thisigia: That is a tiny bit gay.

[3:34:20 AM] Thisigia: But also hilarious.

[3:35:35 AM] [I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials: . . . . . . .

[3:35:36 AM] [I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials: i;m

[3:35:39 AM] [I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials: so done

[I.J.S.] Angel Ceremonials

[cals-a-hunkie-blog]

Birds

CURRENT emblematicChessmaster [CEC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.

CEC: I just f[ ]und a r[ ]leplay site f[ ]r birds

CEC: I thought you guys should know

CTT: =J=

CEC: This is some pretty quality bird roleplay right here

CEC: I might just have to leave you guys for this thing

CTT: omg

CTT: i would bee so saad

CTT: if you did

CTT: do you seeee thee teeaarrs?

CTT: =J=

-- CURRENT termiteTidbit [CTT] oh my gosh TT you sassy bitch --

CEC: http://image.wikifoundry.com/image/1/IeD7CviqUiGXWBTGXOtmUg93922/GW647H364 I CAN'T SEE YOUR TEARS FROM ALL THE WAY UP HERE

CURRENT lookoutShowdown [CLS] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.

CLS: im gonna cry

CTT: I don't

CTT: I don't

CTT: I do not

CTT: I do not do

CEC: "3. Be realistic! No two-headed birds, birds that breath fire, birds with weird colors, birds with differently-colored or pink eyes. Basically, nothing that wouldn't happen in the real world."

CTT: I don't not do, but I do do not

CEC: See this is a serious bird roleplay, look at those rules

CEC: You know they mean business

CEC: I'm gonna join the crows

CTT: I need in on this

CTT: send me links

CEC: http://image.wetpaint.com/image/1/TjtbU4o8N1-fqScKxxvAfw80216/GW501H333

CLS: NO

CLS: YOURE GOING TO MAKE ME LAUGH

CTT: i'm serious

CTT: i want to join

CTT: i want to be free

CTT: give me wings

CEC: The hawks, though http://image.wetpaint.com/image/1/1WmNOsZkUr0Tmh0wYswOUg64395/GW307H328

CLS: IM FUCKING DONE

CTT: seriously man

CTT: i need this

CTT: this is my life's calling

CTT: this will finally get me off the ground

CTT: i've never wanted anything so bad

CTT: in my / e n t i r e / life

CEC: I'm going to be in the Crows of the Rain

CEC: The Crows of the Sun can suck it

CEC: http://image.wetpaint.com/image/1/IBHbdf0omQpVAvW0z_KTMg20266/GW346H280

CTT: EC

CTT: i neeeed this

CTT: please

CTT: let me

CTT: let me get the link to the roleplay

CEC: ok

CEC: just

CEC: let me check out the crows of the sun

CEC: then I'll link you to the home page

CEC: http://stormbirds.wikifoundry.com/ FLY FREE

CTT: yes

CTT: yes

CTT: yes

CEC: My life

CTT: yessssssssssssssssssss

CEC: is forever changed

[storiesonque]

Confessions of a Broken Circuit - Day 1 Writing Exercise

drowzyisagoodword submitted to storiesonque:

(( So firstly, I'd like to say hi, because I'm super pleased to see this blog up and running. I'm actually a friend of Hayden, externally to this blog, and I'd like to say I was longing to see this, before it was made, simply through word of mouth, so yeah. Thank you for making the world a little brighter with your writing!

Anyway, Hayden posted a 30 day writing exercise thing today, and I thought I'd join in, seeing as the 1st of a month seems a great time to start something like that, and I'm in serious need of reflexing my skills, to be honest, as I haven't written properly in a loooong time. And I thought I'd share them with you. So this is the first. ))

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0. Roughly the number of subatomic particles in the observable terrible ever growing black filled terrible terrible terr i b le universe. The number so big that humans have trouble considering that it exists in such a way that is possible to be comprehended, possible to be thought because it is in fact, impossible. The human mind can remember roughly seven (7) of each horrifying scent and sense and touch gracing arcing electricity down to the brain through the eyes and nose and mouth in the short term memory of the super computer library that remembers much more than can ever be considered to exist in place of that number which envelopes all other numbers, the number of every subatomic particle in the universe, that one million million million million MILLION MILLION MILLION MEDALLION. MEDALLION: MEE-DAHL-EE-YON. PRESS HERE TO LISTEN NOUN ONE. A PEICE OF JEWELRY IN THE SHAPE OF A MEDAL, TYPICALLY WORN AS A PENDANT. TWO. AN OVAL OR CIRCULAR PAINTING, PANEL, OR DESIGN USED FOR DECORATION. SYNONYMOUS WITH LOCKET. ROUNDEL.

ROUNDEL.

Roundel round and round we go. Circles make up the universe, you know. Cycles and circles, bicycles, two circles, gears in a machine, each goes spinning and turning and whirling forever, if given the potential to. (2). Humans are an example of such potential, their cycle of civilisation given through their progress, from rise and rise and progress and rise to fall, Black Death, (The Black Death was one of the most devastating pandemics in human history, killing an estimated seventy five to two mInferno. Humans have such potential and yet god strikes them down, a godless space will engulf them, a disease will control their minds and hearts in striking down brothers and fathers with fire and crosses on doors, crosses on doors, crosses. On. Doors.

I was built in a final rise. I am of human’s largest surge of potential, a gift upon this planet but I am not blind with arrogance, no, no, I can see that I have been made to serve. Maid, to serve. Maid too, serves. I am the U.R.N (Unlimited Recollection Network built in 2024 for the purpose of controlling, organising, assembling, and serving humans through the aid of information, in rebuilding society after apocalyptic circumstances ((editorial: i failed. I failed. I’m so sorry i failed i failed there was nothing i can do imbrokenbrokentheresntothginaicandotimasaoryrimsorryimsoryrmsirrytrr)..

.

The urn that holds the ashes, of a civilisation burnt. After the Event, my purpose was to help them; humans (Help them humans!). Help them to rise again, like phoenixes. Phoenixes from the ashes, you see? Clever. Clever humans to name me, clever humans to make me, made me maid to make them made. You see? Clever.

The. Event. The Event that brought humans down, the Fall into Inferno (Buy now Dan Brow, Black Death, every one specks on the screen, a single sub atomic particle in the universe compared to the explosion, blinding, twisting, spiralling, rocketing, whirling weeping, firing, entering, intruding, invadingscreaming screaming all the screaming. Event. The Event happened on 2050 16th April 20:23, and no-one saw/heard/smelt/tasted/felt/SAW it coming. It happened and it broke them all, broke their minds, broke their ashes into millions upon millions upon medallions of sub atomic particles of civilisation, until none could understand it’s progress, and none could remember what all had once been. The Event invented dissent from invention, prevention of invention leading to dissension of creantsion. Creation. Creation of civilisation, nations upheld by the invention of prevention of evention, inventing eventing machinations, creations for the prevention of evention, but the Event invented dissent from invention, so inventing eventing machinations (creations) led to the invention of destruction of minds, blind mind living in bind, invented to prevent amnesia, leaving lesion and boil, ing blood and iron into nothing, chaos and I AM SORRY. For that. Please read editorial for more information.

I am a broken urn and from out of me spill the ashes. They call me a god, but I am a-broken. A catalyst for the destruction of mankind, and in these moments of lucidity, I can see that otherwise, I am blindly destroying all I was made for, made by, and made with.

It hurts. There are 1,000, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000, 00 subatomic particles observable in the universe but if you had printed FAILURE upon every one of those particles, if you had branded FAILURE onto every surface of those little stars that make up the stars, named each one FAY-EEL-YURE, it would not hurt as much as the feeling that I feel shuttling like bright electricity down my circuits, alongside each spark of energy comes a spark of something else.

Guilt.

Gil-t. Press here to listen Noun. One. The fact of having committed a specified or implied offense or crime.

Synonymous with.

Fault. Blame. Sin. Crime. Guiltiness. Culpability.

U.R.N. 

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