I am absolutely certain that I have not eaten any catfood at all this evening; but I cannot seem to convince my mouth of this.

The philosophers and poets have disenfranchised themselves-- have tried to say too much too often, and now it belongs to the partyers, to the blind saints of celebrity. mark my words. New religion will be based on nsync lyrics.

An old man, dressed respectably, nods somberly at the congregation. His hands are curled on the edges of the podium, but his voice is solid when he speaks. He says, "These are trying times, my children, but we must not forget what the holy writings tell us. 'I'm-- doing this tonight. you're-- prolly gonna start a fight.'"

Another man, younger, well-known in the community as a voice of dissent, stands and says, "but does it not also say, 'We can get loose, y'all'?"

A murmur goes up from the crowd. The older man has no answer.

I cannot imagine what possesses me to stay up past one. It only depresses me.

that's alot of s's, in that thought.

when I was little, we had a german shephard named Victor; and we lived in a small Texas town called Lampasas. or, however it is spelled.

We were walking-- Victor and I, and my mother-- and we heard a sound like a child screaming, and we rushed behind the building, to the source, and there was a snake with a frog in its mouth. The frog's back legs and hind body were in the mouth of the snake; its front quarters were hanging out, its mouth gaping open, making this aweful noise. like a child screaming.

Victor pounced on the snake, and the snake hiccuped the frog out of its mouth, and the frog jumped away to safety. The snake didn't bite Victor, because Victor was a badass, and could handle such things. He swept in, saved the frog, swept out.

--right, then. I'm going to bed.

--Alestar
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Hagen Waker seems nights away; and I'd like to go, but I stay and stay.