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Get off my lawn! (Formerly "Greetings, hello, and welcome!") Ordinarily this area is devoted to "a few words about me", but I am 25 (formerly 24) years old and I did not get this far by not telling people to get off my lawn (formerly "by telling people about myself"). Instead, you can go on an exciting voyage of non-self-discovery (unless you're myself - and I know I am!) by reading my posts. They date back to February of 2004 - that's more than a shit-ton (formerly three) years of quality!
I love blogging. I love this joint. And just as I predicted, this blog was ten gallons of fun in a one gallon jug. Then the jug split and burst, forcing me to find another one, and since I was unable to find a suitable replacement, I have a bunch of cups sitting around, full of fun. And one of the cups is full of scorpions! So if you decide to have a look around, watch your step.
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Monday, August 22, 2005
Digression (For Lack of a Better Title)
Darkness.
You must run, David. Escape.
<Run... escape? What? Who are you?>
Do not be afraid, David. Of me.
<But who are you? Where am I? Why can't I move?>
The name matters not. You are safe, but only for a little while. You are asleep.
<Asleep. This is a dream?>
No. And if you do not run, you will die. This must not happen.
<Why? Besides the obvious, I mean.>
Strip the candle of wax and the wick cannot stand. Remove the wick and the wax will not burn. It is necessary synthesis. You must avoid your death.
<I've made a point of it so far.>
Protect your friend. He is important. They will kill you both. A third is coming to aid you. Escape will be possible. Trust him.
<Ooh. A third. Three's company, you know.>
Do not die, David. It is important. Now awaken. You have but minutes. Go.
<I seem to be doing a lot of running lately.>
The first light of dawn.
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