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*As of 11/16/2009 at 19:34 Furcadia Standard Time

I think there's a rhyme in a time lost with mine that I can't imagine a sin that I wouldn't commit again. You're wrong, sister, in thinking we're related by the blood we share, because I don't care. You're a rabbit and I am a bat and vampires don't love lycans can we be friends all the same? I hope so.

There's a fine line between right and wrong. You learn to walk this line every day when you come to and from a different era of work and attitudes. The line shifts and sways with the changing times, what once was okay is no longer allowed, and what once was taboo is all the rage. To that end, I met Katie, a brilliant and stunning young woman who feels that a foxen is worth a tygard. Little does she know, she has stepped into the Twilight Zone, and has traded her Foxen for my Ears.

Broken in the time of trials I got help from a beautiful maiden who shined the light of Excalibur on me. It was disguised as a light for which to guide my way through the darkness and into the glory of God. However, I was pulled back from the sorrows of my life by the truth: There is no God, and the Grail is nevermore to be mine. I cast the sword into the lake, only to watch a decrepit fool pull it from the water, and shove it through stone. Let it guide another fool away from the truth, I care not. ~The story of Excalibur.

She's got pretty eyes and I like staring into them. I think dancing in the rain with the moon overhead and a quiet night with some wine in the sand is a fun way to waste my last few days.

Sometimes we realize that there's a line of reasoning in the sand a box in the ground a place to dump our treasures. Her name is Rane. Hi Rane!

I got no penny for your thoughts, or quarters for calls, so cell phones will have to work for me to get both. I pre-programmed my number into this one for you, and just in case you forget to, I've pre-paid the bill. Now, I've also installed a new computer with a built in webcam in your new house and it will be on all the time so that I can see you. Oh, don't worry about the one in the bathroom. That one will stay off unless you're gone too long. (Don't want you to slip and fall and be unable to get help!)

Sometimes, there comes a moment in a man's life, when he has to stand up and do what is right. I looked that man in the eye last night and called him the dirtiests son of a bitch I could ever imagine meeting and I spit in his eye. He called the cops, accused me of trying to rape him, and now I'm headed to jail. Holy shit, I'm that man today as I stand before the judge.

It seems to me that the longer life goes, the more time we have for prose. A verbose verbiage of vindictive violence... well, that was V, wasn't he? I'm a me and I like to see what the world has to offer and I wish I were smarter, so that in times and trials when we're having a good time I could keep my foot from venturing closer to meeting my stomach. That is to say, if I were a cow, I would suffer hoof-in-mouth disease. Turns out I've a knack for breaking the track when I get around to having a fun day with a dame I adore... Which is funny, because there's nothing more I would ask for than spending the time with her watching our clouds pass by in a spring time while.

Time, is going by... so much faster and I... I'm starting to regret not spending all of it with your sister. She's cute. I macked on her just before I started dating you, but she was with her fiance at the time and it never would have worked out. You were my consolation prize. I sometimes sneak over to her house when the hubby's out of town and remind her why she should leave him. (I even bring slides!)

Sittin' in West NaiaGreen, Born'n Raised, on the Circle'round'n is where I spendin' most of my days. Chillin' out back and relaxin' all cool, shootin' some trolls up with a haiku when a couple'a fools who was up to somethin' crude, started makin' faces in the faculty's food, I got in one little tizzy and my NaiaGreen got scared, said, "You better stay away from those DEP FurNian's, ya'here?

I uh... Bless me father, for I have sinned. It has been three years since my last confession... In which I, to be honest, confessed nothing. You see, what I should have confessed is that I know your secret. I know the secret of the church, and I am watching you. I'm going to walk out of this building, and show these people what you've been hiding from them. I will show them a world, without your lies.

So, I saw Africa again the other day. She's looking good. I thought at first she was healthy, but it turns out she's got this terribly dry skin up near the top of her face. And down south, she's got this really dark, almost black rash. Maybe it's mold or something. I dunno, but I was missing her until then. Now... Now I just feel sorry for her.

Because I got hight, because I got high, because I got hiiiiiigh #SM I was rollin' down the 40 in a crib like a doc-seat, hittin' high on my rollin' besatrocity. Gotta learn how to play with a playa in the white Chevrolet Nigga what am I saaaaayin'? Do you understan'in' where it goes in the hood? To Lindsey's house I crept like I should. To her mother, I gave a full blown smack, and her daddy was sayin' "What's the game, playa'?"

Turns out that when Ashley and I met for the first time, we kissed. I was a little drunk at the time and don't remember it. So I kissed her again the other day, and there was this electric tingle; like a jolt of liquid fire coursing through my veins. After that, I knew I was going to kiss her again, and again, and again. Or, I planned to, but in an act of cruelty that all women are known for, she cut my lips off. What a bitch!

So, I was in Washington DC the other day, making out with this tramp on the Subway. Well, I guess calling her a tramp is a bit much. We'll call her a street walker. That's a bit better, at any rate. So anyway, I was making out with this street walker on the subway when my wife comes up and taps me on the shoulder... so this is me trying to make up for paying for kisses on the subway. Sometimes, however, a guy just needs a few kisses.

In Alabama, she would swing a hammer. Price you gotta pay when you break the panoram- Wait, this isn't a fucking RHCP song. THIS IS A TRADE REASON. As such, there will be talk of booze, sexual intercourse, lots of making out in the park on top of pigeons, and an occasional daliance into the underworld of crime. That is the only true way a Trade Reason will come to fruition, and I would like to say, "Good day". (Africa's still my sweetie pie just like Allan Quartermain. #ST Conery. # S FUCKING T.)

I've lived forever and I can only think about what's going on under the hood of the universe. The life of man is so fleeting, and I have lived for so long, that I can only liken their lives to that of an orgasm. Pure bliss for an instant, and then you're let down by this terrible ache left inside after it has passed. Fuck that. I'm destroying the world.

Sometimes in life I feel like I've been beaten, broken, bruised, and battered by the biggest mother fucker that ever was. Once I found out that his fists are like granite, his feet like trucks, and his head harder than diamond... Turns out, though, that he likes to cry so I cut him an onion and sat with him for a few hours. When he was done, he patted my head. I woke up from my coma six years later and missing one eye. x.o

I stumbled angrily into the bar last night. Busted my hand on some glass. I was pretty fuckin' wasted. Turns out my parole officer was one of the guys I busted my right hand on. It's cool, though. He busted my face with his pistol. Anyway, I'm laying there in a pool of beer and whiskey when this striking vixen came over to help me out. She dabbed a wet rag on my busted lip. I kissed her, and felt bad for doing that to her. So, here's repayment.

Heavenly only wishes she could hate me. We're best friends and she worships my cock so much. (Hardcore; you should see the things she does with her tongue! #ST)

She has the cutest lips ever and I want to kiss them tonight at Midnight. She said if I pay her, I get to. #ST Also: Classics and Cert (48) Gryffe (17) Phoenix (15) Unicorn (15) Bat (5) Wolven (5) from group buy package at this locale. #SK

She has really great lips, if you know what I mean. (They're gorgeous and I sometimes photograph them when she's not looking.)

I destroyed the world and remade it in an image I found pleasing. Unfortunately, I forgot to put you in it, and for that I feel as if I am in hell.

A broken hearted fool danced painfully in the gloom, so I drank a fifth of vodka and took some downers.

He has the cutest cheeks for pinching and kissing.

He kissed a girl and he liked it, the taste of her cherry chapstick, he kissed a girl and he liked it, hope his boyfriend don't mind it! It felt so wrong, it felt so right, doesn't mean he's in love tonight. He kissed a girl and he liked it... He liked it! #SM

One year, in South Africa, I was chillin' with my homies. We were doin' some drinkin', spendin' some time with the ladies, havin' a good time. I woke up the next morning on Furcadia and haven't left yet. Fuck you, South Africa.

You ruined my life and tried to turn me into a furry. If I ever escape and meet you, bitch, we're gonna rumble.

2 for the contest, one for the pretty lady with the red-blonde-ever-changing hair color.

Because I got drunk on beauty last tuesday while high on life and decided that the world was a more gorgeous place than ever I could imagine. Obviously, I burned my eyes out because the beauty hurt so much.

Booze. Lots of them. The woman got me drunk and tried to seduce me. I smacked a'ho and ran away. Then felt bad.

MPD really gets to you after a while, and eventually you start believing the other personality is real. You craft a world for them. A job. A family. You even start to buy things for them.... *ahem*

For Teh Lulz, duh. Also, she's my baby's momma.

I wuntz demz wingz bax.

She claims we're getting married and that she needs this for the wedding dress. I think she's just hiding the fact that she wants silver sponsorship and is trying to get me to part with my money for that very reason. She's using her feminine tricks. They seem to work. #SL

I like to drink booze on Friday nights. I wake up with Tungsten on my arm and a leonen in my pocket. He was going to go to the press, (Which is, ironically, me) with pictures if I didn't buy the Leonen. What else was I going to do?

Daddy wanted me to get a new bike. I got beans instead!

For teh lulz

Fuck the Lulz. I did it for the money, bitch!

For the fucking lulz.

Artz.

Artz, of courze!

For teh lulz

No problem, dear.

His half of the winnings.

Sent money over Paypal; purchasing for teh lawlz.